I think you misspelled "public figure who's so thin-skinned he sends an outline of his hand every year to a reporter who said he has small hands."

Remember in "Homer to the Max" when the Homer Simpson character got retooled from being suave and cool and competent into being a buffoonish idiot? I can't imagine a better metaphor for what happened to the presidency.

UH-OH, SPAGHETTIOS!

Oh, then probably still yes.

The fifth and sixth seasons were weak, but the last season was quite good.

Does that mean being dumber than a corncob? Because, if so, yes.

Literally.

For Crystal, at least.

He built all that up before the Alzheimer's kicked in, though.

No, he hires prostitutes to pee on other things. And probably to touch his tiny, withered, malformed penis.

They should just call it Lockjaw (and the Inhumans). That's who we're all there for.

Since I guess this is a safe space:

He's a father, or "paw," and he frequently pees himself.

Look, at this point, you're just mocking a sad old man in the throws of Alzheimer's-related dementia. Just ship him off to a 24-hour care facility where he can get the help he so obviously needs.

It's plausible (not likely, by any stretch, but plausible) that there are large, undocumented mammals in areas like the Himalayas that are difficult to access and pretty much unpopulated. The Ozarks and the Pacific Northwest are a lot less plausible, though.

You mean wonderful?

I look exactly like a young Robert Redford.

Delenda est Carthago!

That whole album is gold.

The second thing.