>>Paget Brewster?

That's why they call you.

Or Color of Night.

Are you asking me or Tumblr?

Tyler's buried in Richmond next to James Monroe and Jefferson Davis.

I'll allow it, but I want to see this lead somewhere, Counselor.

Me too. I go back to seeing one of the middle episodes of "The Leisure Hive" on my local PBS station in 1982.

I refuse to look at the responses to that tweet. I'm just going to assume that it's The Invasion of the Jerkasses.

Were you making pruno in the conjugal visit trailer?

Last week, I made a joke about butt-chugging marijuana, and while I'm not sure that's a thing yet (although it has to be coming soon), a friend sullied their Google history on the spot and found out that there are cannabis suppositories available commercially.

I was done at 31 seconds, and I'm old enough to have developed a thing about leotards and leg warmers back when it was perfectly normal to do so.

¡Hermano!

Sometimes, with me, it's just a black and white cartoon of farm animals dancing the Charleston.

The real problem with his time was the writing.

Lips—how the fuck do they work?

And the unfortunately-named "Cooter" from The Dukes of Hazzard.

Not being paid by an outfit like Fox News means one can have the luxury of expressing one's own opinions. So maybe he was just a greedy whore before.

The Master should have been stalking The Doctor in the Matrix—his physical limitations would not have been in play in the virtual realm. That whole story could have been kajiggered to remove the need for The Master to have a proxy at all. Said proxy didn't add much to the proceedings.

Marvel doesn't want Fox News yelling at them for being "anti-cop."

Oh, delightful.