The statement concluded, hired Fox News goons stopped pinching his morphine drip.

I love the breathless contempt showered on the brexting PM by the Downing Street spokesman, to wit: “Larry’s way too fucking good for a miserable, self-injurious, toffee-nosed, country-ruining failure like David Cameron.”

For those America-firsters who don’t want to shell out for premium tickets, there is the preexisting Mr. and Mrs. Loving (1996), starring Timothy Hutton and Lela Rochon (along with Ruby Dee).

There’s a small faction that were probably once Ron Paul supporters back in the day, maybe Nader, maybe Henry Wallace for all I know. Electorally insignificant.

Oh no, 14 internet weirdos could swing this election! (looks four stories down at millions of Latinos registering to vote) Never mind.

Tom Brady : Julian Edelman :: Scut Farkus : Grover Dill

Well *I* heard that State Schiano Testified that Sandusky Tom and Bradley Penn knew about Greg Mike while at McQueary Jerry.

In response to the homer display, Giancarlo Esposito was Buggin’ Out

To protect and serve unless their angstrom-thick skin is pierced by a T-shirt slogan

Well, there’s only one thing for it

Well at least the cops aren’t being radicalized by us-against-them rhetoric while at the same time becoming increasingly militarized and never being held accountable for shooting or otherwise killing unarmed citizens.

I heard debate is suing the worldwide leader in sports after being embraced a little too long and a lot too erotically.

Sources indicate that it was not Draymond Green, but a goatee-less Monddray Red, Draymond’s evil doppelganger from an alternate universe.

I attended a Rockets/Spurs game the year before they got him and was treated to the Spurs starting Greg “Cadillac” Anderson at center. Who said a tank offensive never works?

I still have several bottles of his long-forgotten designer cologne, Impassivity.

He claimed that he was just mapping out weather patterns in a new feature called Escobar’s Isobars.

“Several of the letters of support appear to have been hurriedly written with the person’s non-writing hand on Roger Ailes’ own stationery, as if dictated to them under duress.”

“What’s it like having so many commercial tie-ins making the general public sick of the property before it ever premieres? What are Papa John and Flo like?”

The purchasers originally wanted a $3 billion price tag but were soon forced to submit.