Where’s the cheese and the mustard in Taylor Swift’s, er, sandwich?

Blonde with tits insinuates her way into the Trump Death Star. Why is this news?

Yes, yes, how nice. I can no longer watch Tom Hiddleston’s films now. Thanks, whomever.

The Diskettes were really great when they did back-up vocals for Ike and Tina Turner.

I’m sorry, but who cares? I worked there just after it launched, and it was a lot of fun. I’m reminded by the new versions of the line from the dreaded Woody Allen’s Stardust Memories ...

I don’t know this from personal experience, but don’t guys put tape over the laptop camera so that when they cruise the porn websites, they can’t be video’d masturbating? Just asking.

No doubt the writing style for the definition would be purple prose.

Fearmonger this, motherfucking Wayne LaPierre.

Anton Yelchin we hardly knew ye. A tragedy. RIP, thanks for the memories an the films. Here’s one of my favorite scenes of Anton Yelchin’s, yes the guitars are the stars but still ...

Yes. But mine still works. Of course, now that I’ve said it out loud, some mysterious stealth software drone is hovering over my apartment and will be sending the iOS Death Ray down shortly ...

Let’s all go over to Facebook right now and post this.

Whatever you mean by that, but I agree the comma isn't needed.

* you’re kidding, right?

Yeah! But I can’t wait for the sequel! /s

A Sanders delegate in Nevada who was inside at this meeting also commented that the hotel had set up three bars outside the main room. That might also have had some effect on this “fracas.”

I’m afraid the cow is out of the barn.

Like I care.

Just last week, in fact. The sriracha frosting was a bit much, though.

“Moist” has nothing on “smegna” or “meconium” ...

Duncan Heinz, famed for his moist ketchup cake.