Bonus points where the film seemingly ends with them seemingly going forward with the Women’s Museum but we get an epilogue shot with the most garish, gaudy and gauche Jack the Ripper museum you could imagine. Possibly even a UK take on the Dr. Jeckyll/Mr. Hyde restaurant.

Only because of the temporary condition of winning. Once that stops the rest of the nation will forget they even exist.

This deserves a short film set in a boardroom where a 12 Angry Men style of debate occurs.

Hitler is old hat.

I don’t know, I just cared about making a connection between Hef and Saddam.

What if she’s actually the Bobby Brown in this situation? That would make...oh dear god no...no no no no...no! Meek Mill is the Whitney of rap.

Has there ever been a temporary gag order on conversations concerning new dick because it just boggles the mind?

Best friends aren’t the same as “dish while we have tea sandwiches and bubbly pink cocktails every two weeks or so” friends

Alternate Headline: Intrigued by awfulness

Im surprised you went the “our shit stinks as bad as anyone else’s” route given the undeserved civic pride everyone in Philly has. Your fans are the gold standard for awfulness in every sports league they follow, no one disputes this.

Saddam swings while Hef slings: Rape rooms.

It’s like the thread that unravels the whole sweater. It happened to Whitney, it can happen to Nicki.

The same Philly that has fans who vomit on opposing fans and throw batteries at opposing players. Meek Mill is the cherry on top.

Maybe this is all the proof we need that Nicki Minaj isn’t our queen and best friend separated by circumstance: She has shit taste in dick.

The lack of submissions is also telling.

100% of the UK wishes London was located where Barcelona is.

We’re working on it, no worries.

Fucking marketing people are the worst.

Why would I ever have children?

If ya wanna get old testament, I’m going to a turn a blind eye.