Rick Scott knows you gotta let those Tallahassee police out for good run now and again to burn off that nervous energy. Then a good poop by the side of the road, back home for a Milkbone biscuit, and they'll sleep good throughout the night (unless there's fireworks or lightning).

That's just boilerplate CYA legalese to protect yourself from libel suits by the Hitler Estate.

When life gives you lemons, throw a lemon party.

ELIMINATE. ELIMINATE. ELIMINATE.

Nope. Nick Cage as Jamie Madrox. I wanna see an MCU film screen filled with multiple Cages chewing scenery faster than starved Langoliers.

Yeah. Also, paint a Tweety Bird on their glasses so they won't realize Sylvester ate him.

Yeah, if you're talking about O'Reilly, Huckabee, and lions in the same sentence, it also better include the words "colosseum" and "torn to pieces."

Don't drink all that fresh schadenfreude now. You should store some in oak barrels and let it properly age to bring out its best flavor.

The No Helicoptering Zone

This makes me think Paltrow fills Goop containers from a vat containing the 1950s Blob.

No.

Or like the jail cell version of a clown car, with all of them packed into one tiny cell.

Orange is pretty close to Amber on the color wheel.

Nope. Moon Pope Gingrich don't allow none of that or that.

I've bought shoes that came with a little "Inspected by" slip of paper in them. I'm now involuntarily picturing how Ivanka's shoe line gets inspected… more mental scar tissue.

Does this violate the conditions of your Old Glory Insurance policy?

And Hong Kong gynoid fetishists: https://www.wired.com/2016/…

Patience. If American Gods goes well, it'll be a heckuva lot easier to do Good Omens.

Is that a Lenny-shaped hole?

{Jared Fogle waits patiently by the prison phone for that offer}