The Canadians come down and poach them.

My chemo treatments left me with terrible nerve damage in my fingers, feet and toes (neuropathy). It might be permanent; it might not. (Light a candle for ‘not,’ mmmkay?) When I was in hospital, I had to hold my cups Donald Trump-style, with both hands, just using my palms, but I didn’t have enough control to lift my…

Oh, yes.

Fair enough.

Oh, Laurie. I love you. Don’t make me re-assess that by saying dumb things.

I understand what you’re saying, and agree to a certain (great) extent. I don’t particularly feel bad for the actors, even the ones who don’t get that much work (Becky and DJ), but I do feel some sympathy for the much lower paid and no-profile crew. They thought they had a contract and steady paycheque going into…

I counter that with the jar of pickled eggs in the pantry, just sitting there, quietly, like a sentry...

And be unfaithful to my husband? Sir, I made vows.

Hey, buuuuuuuddy!

I do not understand the basement flood that goes on at the mention of Norman Reedus. I surely don’t.

If you see an opportunity for a Spock gif, you take it, man. You take it hard.

One thing that always bothered me about white supremacists is they seem to feel no obligation to actually act superior.

Put on a tie? Put on a shirt.

I had to google what a sleep sack was. Apparently they weren’t a thing when Echo Jr. was little, but I can’t see baby/toddler him tolerating that bag for a second. I mean, bless the little ones that do, but mine? Nope.

I was wondering why that kid was in a bag.

No.

Uncle Milty’s Cock-2; Cancer-0

Well. That just bought me another day on this earth.

“Ivanka, look! From my high school prom! Still fits!”

But, but... they’re white. They don’t have to act superior. They just are. Because of whiteness. If they didn’t have that, they’d have... nothing. Just whiteness. Which is bestness.