Nope. After Nov 8th, they are forever known as The Party of Trump.

Dr. Bornstein leeched me for the vomiting, concluded all my humors were fine, and then handed me a fill-in-the-blanks prescription for uppers.

They get a participation Trumphy.

♫♪ "I'll be mellow yellow when I'm dead" ♫♪

Sorry, Lex Luthor. Also, we know you get the munchies, but damn, stealing forty cakes?!

♫♪ "It's like raaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiin, on your Inauguration Day…" ♫♪

Agreed. I always spatchcock it, and then stuff some compounded butter (mix butter + minced herbs + smidge of soy sauce, roll into ball or tube, and chill solid) underneath the skin. I usually roast it at the same time as a herb-y/spice-y version of these crispy potatoes… they are heavenly together.

So, can they cast Tudyk as the lead?

It's not lost anymore, Donald Glover found it.

Now I want an iZombie spin-off featuring Manny Calavera, P.I.

Hmmm, what did AncientShenanigan say about taking care of my eyes? {pours booze into own eyes, falls over in pain}

Ugh, Susannejhines just dragged her butt across the carpet.

This is the future now. All news is now Trump news, just like all restaurants will soon be Taco Bell.

Incontinentia Buttocks

You should invent an Uber/Fiver that brings drinking buddies to you. Then you'll be rich enough to kill your liver with all the fanciest alcoholic beverages.

Maybe the cosmically-powered Captain Marvel will be filling in for Surfer?

"Confirm he is dead" = beat up the corpse in a grungy hallway while smashing at least two doors.

I think you are implying a level of self-awareness that Baio may not possess.

Especially not yellow snowflakes.

Decades of cognitive dissonance causes pretty severe brain damage. Chiachi is probably lucky to have enough brain cells left not to accidentally shit himself.