Two things:
1. NO!
On this car.
I mean, on price alone.
I was prepared to hate the car, but then I saw that interior.
Wow.
I’m not a fan of leather, or this generation of American cars, or anything related to it, really, and yet?
Something about that color and texture really made me want to sit in there and cruise around.
I…

Take your stars straight to H*LL!
:)

GAH!
You’re totally right.
I read the other post, and I was all:
Oh, sure, maybe they popped the ballast and are now on the surface!
And then I got to your post and I was all:
GAH!
That’s right!
THEY’RE BOLTED IN!
So, they’ll be able to see the air, see the outside, just beyond that window.
GAH!

OMG.
Just.
OMG.
I SO want to go down to the bottom of the ocean and poke around!
In a magic submarine seeing the magic fish!
And then I saw the inside of this tube?
And my claustrophobia kicked in so much.
Just, so, so much.
And then I learned that the whole sub is guided by two AA batteries.
I mean, sure, they’re inside a…

Oh, I dunno.

I don’t want to watch the show, but there are a few moments that Jesus has that kick ass.
Lazarus, for example.
Check back in on that dude.
I read a great short story where, sure, Jesus brings ol’ Lazarus back from the dead, but as the Bible specifically mentions, one doesn’t go around bringing folks back from the dead.
…

Thank you for this pun, and for sacrificing yourself on the cross of same.
St Peter: Oh! It’s You! *shuffles papers* Yeah, here it is! We want to talk to you about this pun, or rather, we don’t. 

Right?
Let’s John Wick this tech!

They can open doors now?
Oh. Good. 

re: Debra Messing and the chicken cutlets.
Right on, of course, absolutely, for standing up for herself, and egads, how awful those people, in those days, all acting as if every person who passed along that wish for her to go under the knife was not guilty: every one of them was trying for some kind of female…

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Now, now, no need to be so grim, I’m sure he’s still out there, drinking his whatevers, driving around his flat Earth, yup, ATV, or a something rusting clapped out.
Meth?
I’m sure he’s still making as much as he can, smoking as much as he can, and just generally overall being a really sweet and swell father to the…

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It’s amazing to me that Facebook, sitting on a mountain of money, could with a straight face, complain about how the quality of news is decreasing every day and how there’s nowhere to find good information these days and misinformation is rising at ever increasing rates, woe is us, and also?
But we’re also not going…

I’m a bit of an idiot, WHAT supreme court ruling, one might reasonably ask, am I banging on about:

Actually, the art world is having a ‘Come to Jesus,’ moment re: stealing, Lynn Goldsmith finally put her foot down over the Warhol estate reselling Andy’s reprint of her photo of sting, and back when Andy was alive?
And Goldsmith and Warhol were friends?
And it’s all copacetic?
No worries, and Warhol alone was the…

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St. Peter’s all: You did what now?
He’s all: When I was 21 I saw a Tarot reader at a fair who predicted a terrible fate awaiting me, so, you know, I figured I’d better do while the raping was good.
St. Peter: Fan-fucking-tastic. We have a Hell ready just for you.

As other commenters have pointed out, it seems like Mr. D. Byrne’s art school background might be biting him in the ass, in that he’s thinking of this as an Art Installation With Music that he happens to be producing on Broadway.
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By some freakish coincidence, I know someone working on this show! so for once, I get the…

This.

I’ve pondered this quite a bit, often behind the wheel of a car, wondering why people around me were losing their ever loving minds, often in stop and go traffic, but not always, often from the slightest things.
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And this is all over the country, California to New York, Mississippi to Virginia, Texas to Ohio.
Um.
I…

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And I, who am going through a moment where I can’t afford the flix of the net, so I only watch the trailers, still?
I recognize some of those people from my actual life.
There was a brief vision of a guy madly scraping his mouse across his desk because he’s got his mouse set oddly for the amount of space he has, and…

Coca-Cola.
And I love me some Coke.
But when my liberal friends all break out their White guilt and I’m all:
Cokes worse than all the examples ya’ll got, people don’t believe.
And don’t get me started about Pepsi.
I kid.
Cokes worse.