I won’t tell you my name.

Yeah... why don’t I slide?

‘Cause I know that you felt him, somehow.

Well, good would be a stretch. Let’s just say most 50’s-themed costume parties can count on at least one... inoffensive Travolta cosplayer.

He just wants you to know who he is.

I always thought Johnny Reznik was trying more for an early 90’s Jon Bon Jovi kind of look.

Dude looks like a bad John Travolta cosplayer.

My takeaways from this:

Smug shitbag. I hope he wakes up tomorrow with his skin covered in matted, itchy fur... on the inside.

Perhaps a Gatling gun that fires flaming cricket bats?

Fortunately, he has as much chance of becoming President as I have of becoming Bat-Man. Please know, it’s hard for me to say that; I really want to be Bat-Man!

Is anyone considered a citizen in Rand Paul’s America? He’s like Daffy Duck, all tiny in that oyster, wrapped around that fucking pearl squawking “Mine! Mine! Mine!”

Not that you asked, but I think your Mom did just fine. Best to you both.

Kris Jenner lied?!?

Yeah, $20 dollars (with interest) says we’ll be seeing that particular administrator in the news for charges of -best case- improper conduct with a student, to -worst case- “it puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.”

Sort of hard to tell, they’re trying so hard to hide their faces.

Bruce Timm has always struck me as very chill in demeanor. I’d be surprised to hear him raise his voice, but I’d be delighted if he animated the Donner phone call for public enjoyment.

The Hedgehog Abides.

Same here, although I can really do without any more “brand-building” in pretty much any application.

My gut tells me that the initial fan outcry will eventually scuttle film plans for The Flash. Of the 215 movies DC insists they’ll make before 2019, maybe two will actually happen. They’ll go over about as well as Shaq did in Steel.