Amusing vintage pictures of monkeys throughout history thread!

You know, I’ve been thinking about what’s the most realistic change that’ll come of Derek Chauvin’s conviction bringing to a head the American policing crisis, and of all the remotely possible outcomes, it just might be an end to that “next county over” bullshit.

Oh, come on. It’s so obvious.

If there was nepotism in the casting of anyone for “Inherent Vice,” oddly enough it would be Joanna Newsom.

The music video for that song is Michael Bay’s finest work. And yes, I will die on this hill.

It doesn’t take me a few weeks, but five or so consecutive days off every month or two keeps my high from becoming, like, “you’re so tolerant that weed has become a maintenance thing instead of a fun thing.” I’ve heard similar — although with varied durations — from a lot of people who smoke weed, so you’re definitely…

I swear to God, if Demi Lovato comes for my beloved Dippin’ Dots. . . . 

You might be overstating the cultural reach of “Waking Life.”

Silver lining — this will have a secondary effect of reducing the Republican party’s overall wealth, because all that old money sure as shit isn’t gonna let their kid break the family’s Ivy League dynasty.

Probably the “gay hairdresser” stereotype has something to do with it.

I’ll check that out. I haven’t watched nearly enough Rifftrax.

I dunno about “Side Hackers.” Joel’s approach to riffing was certainly a terrible fit, but I’m not sure Mike would have done much better, because the experiment’s failure has less to do with the format and more to do with how “Side Hackers” the movie is just absolutely vile.

It’s utterly a losing battle, too. Trying to tell people not to get horny about fictional characters goes against the internet’s entire being, and it will reject that kind of prudishness like a bad organ transplant.

I should watch this again, because the only part I really remember is Tom Servo’s disgusting pigsty of a room strewn with men’s underwear. That’s just one of those images that stays with you for your entire life.

Maybe there’s a place in Vegas that lets you toss grenades at trucks? It can’t be any more dangerous than letting Drunk Bridesmaid Number Six operate a giant piece of industrial machinery or whatnot.

I shot a promotional video a while back for a local historical society, and they gave us access pretty much to their entire collection, one item being a doctor’s medicine kit from I think the 1920s or thenabouts.

Don’t tell anyone, but I’m on set of the third “Joe Dirt."

Wait — so by that logic, we’d have to stop calling it “America?” I knew it! Republicans really do hate America!

John C. Reilly is the only true sasquatch, and I’ll entertain no arguments.

I can never tell if the current Britney mob is being subtly orchestrated by shadowy forces puppeteering her life, or just the black hole left behind after exploding into popular culture and defining overnight an electable percentage of 90s pubescent sexual awakening and then having to deal with mental health issues of…