You make a good point. As a newly-single person... I think I’ll just buy a nice goldfish. Wake up, feed it, go to work. Come home, feed it, go to bed.

They truly are shit-birds of a feather.

No she didn’t lose it; she overcame it.

At my mother’s request, I took her to see Murder On The Orient Express. We both really enjoyed it, and look forward to the sequel.

Um... I really like IHOP. If my location was closer and served liquor, I’d dine there for every meal.

That hit the spot; thanks!

Don’t do it; the Man in the Moon? Total creeper.

Somebody fire up the Bugs Bunny gif.

I’ve been flat-out calling them a terrorist organization for years now.

Drumpf is the Michaelangelo of failure.

I love this movie; it’s just so fearlessly goofy. No apology, no explanation, just... here it is, take it or leave it.

Fill the concrete dome with more concrete, and you’ve got yourself a deal!

“In this case, apparently, her initial motivation for taking the role was that her youngest kid really wanted to meet Melissa Benoist.”

Is this the wrong time or place for a “Goddamnit, Barry” joke?

Christ almighty, that’s depressing.

But... the fleece keeps me warm.

I work with a small army of insensitive, opinionated jagoffs like this one. It really sucks. All day long, ripe, steaming “hot takes.”

...Werewolves?

Even after reading so many accounts of so many famous men, exhibiting this particular sort of behavior, parsing the whys and wherefores, I have to ask...

Guilty conscience. We’re secretly expecting a Karmic ass-kicking that will make Ragnarok look like a tickle fight.