The dressing down was well-earned. When teens are troubled, the youth minister is who we ask them to see. Everyone gets an ice cream cone but you is a judgmental, messed up kind of therapy.

Disability.

I grew up in the sixties loving Mel Torme’s singing voice but in the last twenty years I’ve learned what a triple x skunk her was to her. Between his professional punishment of Judy in rehearsal and Johnny Mercer’s empty promises to divorce for her I think of Judy as the reason I no longer love the work of either man.…

The service, like all the others, seems targeted narrowly to listeners for whom music is a subset of current events. Those for whom it is a subset of history get nothing. I’m glad I still have my library card.

I was just trying to say “Nobody cares” is a gross underestimation of how much people care. In addition I think you don’t understand what “creepy” is.

By your measure a slumlord is an American success story.

Wrong, Hamburgers. You can’t begin to imagine how many people care.

I’ll bet they work great. After today, you really don’t have to look at them.

Early sixties? Like, during The Beatles?

The previous four Amy Schumer bits I’ve seen clipped up to aggregaters were a lot funnier and fresher. It feels like we’ve had enough time watching the awful tot pageant shows to arrive at these particular conclusions ourselves. The only part that forced a little air out of me was Hit it! Pivot! Pivot! I am still…

Carlos Alazraqui is in L.A. and still taking on voice work. He’s awesome.

It’s an optical illusion. The vertical stripes are slimming.

Nice Ermey citation!

It only works grammatically if "ain't-shit" is an adjective.

When kittens leak...

Are you casting aspersions on his asparagus?

In 2009 were we thinking manufacturing was coming back? Legislation and racketeering are like the only wealth creators we've got, except for toxicity. Neurologists are going to get rich, though. The Roundup is IN the GMO crops now. Eat up! Wheelchairs ho!

I always assumed if you locked them in a room together in an hour there'd just be rags and dental implants. Who knew they wouldn't cancel each other out?

If ONLY it were a choice! It means a trip to the fucking ER for me.

This is the approved troll syntax for the argument you used: You know who didn't drink? Hitler.