Dear eight pound six ounces baby Jesus.

I spent today throwing Grandpa Chip's war medals off a bridge.

A T-Rex? That doesn't make any sense….

I have cried from laughter twice as an adult: the dead cat reveal in the first season of "Todd Margaret" and the dinner scene in "Taladega Nights." Primarily his kids and the Baby Jesus riff.

My parents did this sort of unconsciously for their late 30s through mid 40s. Worked pretty well till my Dad grew that mustache that tore the family apart with its hideousness.

Every beard is saaaaacred.

That's what Gomez does in the first Addams Family movie. Seemed to work for him.

Troy….(looks at television)…Bulletin-Board.

I think that sort of happens in the last episode of "John Adams."

Also, "Archie Borders" is the kind of name someone makes when they're stalling for time in a sitcom.

This sounds like an Awesome-o movie idea.
"Uh. Middle aged character actor is a salesman. Or something. And goes to Paris. Or something."

Only a B? What a bummer, I was looking forward to it. (Similarly let down by that Slenderman girls document.)
Oh boy, though, I watched "Mommy Dead and Dearest" yesterday, that was something else.

Like Freddie Mercury cared a whit about sports….

FM morning radio hosts.

That pic looks like they were cleaning up for the night and then heard a customer rattle the door at 9:17 PM.

"HBOGO loaded itself!"

Along with Heavyweights.
"I did not send you to Go Kart Camp."

When your niche is playing odd looking fellows, it makes sense to be loyal to the guy churning out monster and alien movies.

Eh, I've become so numb I can't hear him there.

Can't get her spirit out of that car in your garage?