It’s surprising how many people are skeptical of Big Pharma, yet totally trusting of Big Snake Oil.

Unfortunately, they had their heads cut off, per the terms of Marchionni’s contract.

I know Johnson is a bit below 10%, but isn’t Stein still at around 3%? And 3% added onto Clinton’s margin would be decisive. Either way: I have now been driven crazy.

Variations on “aww, look, it thinks it’s people!”

Bill Belickick’s secretary: “Oh, never mind, then. I thought you said ‘lacrosse.’”

I also don’t scour my legs as if trying to get caked-on grease off because that caked-one grease is seasoning. It improves their flavor and prevents them from rusting.

I drives me crazy that if Stein voters went to Clinton, this would be a comfortable blowout. Stein?! Really?!

I don’t know which is worse: “you’re prettier when you smile” or “you’re pretty when you’re angry.”

“She’s Hillary Clinton with sex appeal. She’s a Kardashian with a skill set.”

They don’t make pants like THAT any more. They look so comfortable. In unrelated news, I need to lose some weight. Or buy roomier pants.

Why don’t you believe Dr. Teeth? He’s a scientist! He plays an ELECTRIC piano!

On the one hand, Jupiter has extremely low caps on sentencing maximums, but on the other, it has no atmosphere. On balance, I think that sounds reasonable.

It’s actually even worse than that; I seriously doubt their production company has the delightful beard/accent combo necessary to take the edge off such a binning.

Assuming the tent and the mixers wouldn’t have run more than $10k on their own, that’s a pretty steep price for even a new Paul Hollywood, let alone the gently used one they’re getting.

That’s a pretty good reason to leave one’s fiance.

One Mississippi is another fantastic, but emotional comedy that one needs a few deep breaths before watching.

All of the Procter & Gamble commercials for the Olympics moms always wreck me. And that Visa commercial for the Olympics about Derek Redmond. (Apparently, I have a fraught emotional relationship with the Olympics.) Oh, and there’s that Argentinian Coke commercial, too.

I believe it is Spadjacent.

The pockets thing is just insane. I mean, in what world are rompers careening in and out of style but fucking POCKETS are always and forever off-limits?

Their bags are covered in pubic hair?