Flawless username/comment synergy.

Almost time for Donald Trump to tweet something misogynistic!

Remember Outsourced? We didn't know how good we had it then.

NBC returns mail-order bride sitcom to sender

You roll your eyes at me I'll roll your head down on the floor.

As has been pointed out countless times, everything Trump accuses other people of doing is something he's guilty of himself. See also: His employees deleting thousands of emails when one of his businesses was being investigated by the government.

GODDAMNIT.

No worries. I can already tell it's one that will be with me for some time.

Stummies, mmm.

That's how you get ants.

BOOSH!

I spent the first half of this week watching a number of Tim Holt westerns. 1941's Six-Gun Gold, which aired last week on TCM, was the least of the three. 1942's Pirates of the Prairie was the best since its plot revolves around a group of hooded vigilantes that Holt's U.S. Marshal has been sent to disband. And 1943's …

Not serious ones.

Wait. Wasn't the whole point of their scene that they didn't know they were responding to a paranormal event?

Gotta go with Sam Lowry and his youth-obsessed mother in Terry Gilliam's Brazil.

Anything you can do, I can do also.

As I sit here, my desire to watch this movie is— no.

And just like that, the word "classic" lost all meaning.

Come on. Disco Godmother is sitting right there.

Why Doesn't Johnny Care?