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If it was eligible for an Emmy, how is eligible for an Oscar?

Will this apply to Hollywood?

A lot of things about the UK baffle me. Don’t call it “pudding” if it has blood in it. Who was the first person to put baked beans on toast, and why? How is anyone still alive in Midsomer County as the death rate equals that of Cabot Cove? But I totally support their advertising standards.

Yeah. I wasn’t diagnosed until my late 20s, and I feel really lucky to have a good relationship with my parents now. But it was really rocky for a while.

Ronan Farrow definitely takes after Frank.

Doesn’t Rosie have bipolar disorder? And if so, that might explain what her daughter is saying.

It even tastes relatively like food now!

This just seems like a lazy way to get a book advance.

I have no idea who this Jody Highroller person is, and since she (?) never seems to tweet anything even remotely interesting, I can only assume she is regularly included here is to mock her for apparently being a former copywriter for dELiA’s

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I am waiting for The Unauthorized Fresh Prince of Bel Air: A Tale of the Two Aunt Vivs.

Two points: 1, I totally agree with you. This guy was a jerk and the fact that he wasn’t even punished sticks in my craw. He should have at least been fined for the cost of hosing him off the ground had he fallen. 2, See Die Hard. It is fun.

Right. As if having Ray J’s sloppy seconds is anything to brag about.

If you want to see something really scary, google “Randy Quaid Sex Tape.” That’ll push those holes right out of your mind.

Or maybe she could as FFIL to just go down to the river forage for locally sourced rocks. No wedding is complete without foraged river rocks. That way the inlaws can contribute something and the wedding will be perfect.

Ground penetrating radar?

Maybe she is a hologram. That would explain why people are forbidden to touch her at meet and greets. They literally can’t.

No way. Joe E. Tata all the way. In the Peach Pit. Before Dark.

6,000 calories over the course of a year doesn’t really sound like very much. Isn’t that basically two trips to Chipotle?