What sort of self deluded, Atkins-keto savage only has ONE slice of toast?!!?

Dunkin is better. You know this in your heart.

And of course, Bruno from Dark Knight...

If we’re taking those sorts of cues, I think it’s pretty clear from Holy Terror that he wants to be tied down to a 1930's Brownstone and beaten by the Statue of Liberty for being a bad, BAD boy...

Miller is an un-evolved mouth-breathing 14 year old virgin with cystic acne that’s turned into a bitter, ugly laughingstock, but at least I haven’t heard of him actually assaulting people or harassing other staffers. (has he? I mean, I guess I wouldn’t be shocked...)

“Nothing But Trouble”

Yes. The tech industry is notoriously introspective and honest in examining its own practices. Surely, it would never suggest that *it* had simply achieved a true meritocracy and thus had no reason to look at how it might be discounting and discriminating against, say, anyone with breasts.... No sanctimony there.

I saw the first 3 TMBG tours in the 90's. The one for the pink album and for lincoln was just the two johns, and some prerecorded drum / bass tracks. They brought out guitars, accordions, bass drums (for Whistling in the Dark) and a giant stick to pound on the stage floor. For Flood, their major label debut, they got…

No shit.

Preach, brother.

> who is it for?

Just remembered another!

Nope. you are entirely correct. It was James Coco in Murder By Death, expertly spoofing Ustinov’s Poirot as Milo Perrier. It was so good I got it confused with the original.

If I recall, Evil Under the Sun contains my favorite Ustinov Poirot line: “I am *not* a ‘Frenchy’, I am a ‘Belgie!’”

Add them to the list of Jews for Trump, college-educated antivaxxers, and Clarence & Ginny Thomas

Yiddish has some of the best curses and most backhanded compliments / insults of any language. It makes the southern “Oh, bless your heart...” look positively quaint.

Proper rephrasing: “in every generation there are those who have tried and destroy us, but we bounce back like my mother-in-law’s matzo balls. Oy, a *shande far di goyim*, her matzo balls, AND her. 

I don’t think he understands how this works.

Vinyl’s back, baby! You have to put up with insufferable “DJ’s” pretending they have real jobs, but at least it’s selling records again.

Remember when he said we’re gonna be winning so much we’ll get tired of it?