Here’s a German word I recently learned that is extremely relevant to our political situation: Backpfeifengesicht. It means “punchable face” or from google translate “a face in need of a fist”.

It really varies, I think. I’ve been on a jury twice in DC and we knew the level of charge (felony, misdemeanor, etc.). My coworker was on a VA jury and they weren’t allowed to know the level or the possible sentence until after they rendered a verdict. They convicted the guy on something sort of reluctantly and…

I was sure there must be, so I googled Boobs in California gifs assuming I’d get something from UKS. I got lots of gifs...they were not that, nor were they things that I should have looked at on my work computer. I really should have seen that coming.

In last week’s DirtCast, one of the guests mentioned that many celeb couples are fake and they’re usually together for 2-3 years. He also mentioned that there was a very prominent fake relationship break up recently that ended at the telltale 3 year mark where the actress in it had seen decent gains in career success…

I am hoping they do a flashback when Poirot (or whoever the fuck that really is) reveals that he has solved the murder so we get to see...uh...how that all played out. That would be very enjoyable to watch. #nospoilers

Yeah, DeMario’s whole plan seemed to be to hope she sounded crazy enough that he could just deny everything, even knowing her, and Rachel would believe him instead of the crazy-sounding stranger who swears on the lives of kittens. But he couldn’t think fast enough to know what to say after, “Who’s this?” so that went…

I’m imagining a scenario where they probably watched the show together once or twice before boning and that’s how he found out about Rachel to begin with, then he starts filling out the app on his phone while crazy Lexie is sitting or sleeping next to him, before he ducks out at some point while she’s still asleep. …

I know to an extent the guys at the end who wanted to go out and “do their jobs” and get rid of DeMario were egged on by producers, but I really wanted one of them to be like, “I really don’t think she needs any help with this one.” They’re just going to end up hanging out inside the gate eavesdropping and then…

The most disappointing part I can’t mention without a bit of a spoiler, but there is one part where they do not make use of his talents (not his shirtless “talents” but, like, real ones) when they could have. I think it was an attempt to be funny, but I think it still could have been funny without that particular…

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Unless my Tinder date tonight turns out to be a better murderer than my Tinder date last night.”

There was something in the first season where she says something about there being weird sex stuff in the bunker, and in her relationship with that British-sounding rich guy she had some...odd ideas about sex. Then she kept hitting Dong when he tried to make out with her in bed at that abandoned hotel. So...it’s…

Two of my friends roped me into singing it with them in the 8th grade talent show and the one of them who was playing piano froze up and just stopped about 20 seconds in and never recovered, so the other two of us had to finish singing it very badly a cappella. I had actually forgotten that ever happened until this…

He did not but this would have been really helpful advice, if he could somehow convince them to give out her name or number.

Me too, but I was also kind of glad she did not. Because that shit doesn’t happen in real life. You will definitely run into the ex that is still a bit in your head, but you will not run into the person you’re irrationally hung up on after meeting them once and have it be a happy ending. Best case scenario was…

Ya know...in the context of this dick size discussion, do you think he was trying to cut off blood flow to his lower leg so it all pooled in the...pelvic region? Maybe to cause some strategic swelling? All I know is anything tight on my legs causes weird swelling because I have issues...but maybe...

My friend’s MOH was in charge of undoing all the buttons on the back of the dress (there was a zipper underneath) before she left the reception for the hotel because she and her husband had abstained from sex for a few weeks before the wedding and he threatened to rip them all if someone didn’t take care of that. So…

I’m guessing all they could come up with was, “Hey, look! She’s black!” but thankfully someone nixed that so they decided it was just implied by the photo.

It looks like the head and right hand might be his and then photoshopped onto a comical torso with an over worked left arm (totally doesn’t match the right). I don’t think one’s veins should pop that much from playing the violin, so that’s been dropped in, too.

Fair. And kind of cringey.

I believe 17 or 18. She was going to start at Mount Holy Oak in the fall (per Jerry Orbach’s line).