Tears of a clown. You’ve got tears of a clown.

I would never have a gender reveal party. I would absolutely have an, ‘Is Another Penis Joining Our Family?’ party.

They’re not. Really, really not.

Then please tell us what one actually is.

Thank you.

Thank-you!

I’m really sorry for asking this, because it is so not the point, buuuuuuut... What was the film footage?

Huh. Me, too.

Wait. I want to know what the ‘much weirder’ stuff is...

What kind of sick fuck gets off on watching a woman throw up? That? Reddest of all the flags.

I wasn’t going to click, because I really don’t care, but your description was enough to convince me I really should check this out.

Motherfucker, that looks like it hurts.

Oh, Jujy. You do make me laugh.

Starred solely for ‘smoky-eyed lumpy killjoy.’ That was art, man.

Is nobody else worried about the cape? Whatever will happen to Dr. Strange’s anthropomorphic cape?!

It was the only movie I’ve ever been to (ever, ever, ever) where, when the movie ended, everyone in the theatre (and I mean everyone) just sat in stunned silence. Didn’t move until the credits ended, and then it was like a funeral procession out of the theatre. It was kind of eerie.

I know I was...

Could Avenatti get it?

Two things:

how they shrugged at “sexual harassment assault”