Re: Mulaney/Munn: I’m out.

I pray this doesn’t metastasize into a full-blown Girther Movement.

Ooh. Could have used the extra space to spell AMBIVALANCE (sic) when out-of-service.

C’mon, dude. Don’t be a prick.

Please. I need one month without this conversation in my house:

Sooner or later, Shamus and Veronica will be more upset at the actual violence...

100. BTW, don’t stationwagons make better grocery-getters than bullshit-bearers?

My sole candy soft-spot is for the original Peanut Butter Twix. Easily shareable; excellent straight from the package or frozen; quality ice cream mix-in; and, when split lengthwise horizontally, they end up as two treats: a bar-length Reese’s cup (top) and a chocolate dipped shortbread (bottom).

Hooo, that Monique gif. To paraphrase Killer Mike on RTJ’s “Get It”:

If you needed any more proof that the Mediocre Un-Melanated Masses™ aren’t afraid of doing their fuckshit on camera, now they’re doing it Bill O’Reilly-style:

No. You bred ‘em, you get ‘em.

Ahem.

The most “magical” part of these abominations is how simply seeing a photo of them makes my teeth hurt.

All the best to Yianni. He seems to be in that awesome, enviable spot of dad-dom: safety-conscious, budget-conscious, fun-conscious, and rational about the mix. So, IMO...

I firmly believe Paul Mooney said it best is a viable response to every life event.

Roof’s lawyers argued during his appeal that he should not have been allowed to represent himself during sentencing, which is a critical phase of his trial. They said that he managed to successfully prevent jurors from hearing evidence about his mental health, “under the delusion,” his attorneys argued, that “he would…

“As she entered adulthood, struggling with mental illness, substance [ab]use problems, unstable housing, and poverty, Ms. Poole Franklin began having problems with the law,” [Mr. Harrold] wrote.

This. Polestar checks so many of my boxes, and that approach is a huge one. So irked their 2-on-Tour series isn’t slated for Chicagoland though.

Hm. So, a non-Chicagolander vegetarian who used forms of I/me/my 11 times.

Better this than Underworld, but yeah, don’t.