Capaldi's inaugural series is well worth checking out, I promise. Hell, even if you don't, here's my favorite moment so far:

Thanks. Seriously, that little paragraph of dialogue has gotten me through some days you don't ever wanna hear about. It's a nice idea that it could soothe us all, but about now it might be better if just one of us would straighten their bow-tie, climb atop something and bellow a grandiose speech to cover up how…

EgPac and Itscocopop are both right. This is like popping a zit; taking the Ferguson PD as our prime example here, it's pulsating with gross, decaying, slimy garbage our system doesn't need. Sometimes, just applying externally cleansing measures won't work. Pressure must be applied to rupture the structure, eject the…

I was all set to be appalled by the shenanigans-bordering-on-assault of some jackass kiss interrupter, but this is pretty damn funny and kinda clever.

She is the best woman EVER!!!

Fiji had at least two coups inside of a decade. Kinda strange place.

Oh, I'm certain Mr. Boehm can readily point you toward multiple sites where the services of male escorts can be procured. Why, I'd bet the house he's surfing them right now, alone, in the dark on New Years' Eve, while his wife knowingly pretends to sleep.

Where is he when we really need him?

He owes it to the Ferguson Bump!

This'll light up that yule log!

Depends who's receiving, doesn't it?

You know what they say about dudes with pointed ears...

Married to the job, I guess.

There can be advantages to that.

Santa's who HBC was cheating with!

Misshapen bacon is always the tastiest. I like to think it's trying harder to be delicious out of a need to compensate.

Could I live in some sort of habitrail? That looks like fun!

It can regenerate; Jezebel's on its 14th or 15th love now.

Burton, or Depp?

Coyne's cock would be better off lodged in the still-hot tailpipe of a hybrid Ferrari than Miley's temple of doom.