WILD WILD WEST IS SO UNDERRATED FOR ITS TIME

Bible Thumper.

I used to tie a Tamagotchi to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to buy a Tamagotchi cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of Bill Clinton on ‘em. “Gimme five Slick Willie’s for a quarter”, you’d say.

Hope I am not the only one who pictured the interviewer like this

Just an FYI pigs are believed to be as smart or smarter than cats or dogs?

Upon initially seeing that Christ-themed image of Bieber, I thought it was a random smelly dude who had rubbed mud all over himself. Upon closer inspection, I realized I wasn’t far off the mark.

LaVar Ball, On Swimming Across The Atlantic The Day After His Son’s Big Game: “It Is Nothing For Me To Swim Across The Atlantic, I Do It All The Time”

I think Goodell honestly just wants to know which of the two he should invest in.

I was hoping to hear from Dvora on what she thought of Zagitova’s win over Medvedeva. I understand that Zagitova’s program was more technically difficult by a small margin, but Medvedeva’s artistry blew Zagitova’s out of the water. It was like the difference between watching a windup doll skate and watching an actual…

Last night, during her show Laura Ingraham Would Like To Speak To A Manager,

I see how it is—when LeBron yells defensive coverages to his colleagues, he’s the best player of his era but when I yell offensive coverages to my co-workers I have to go to HR and explain that I was just quoting New York Times columnist, Quinn Norton.

I flipped the script one time and ask them the same questions they asked me (including, “where is your family really from”). He eventually said that his family was Ireland. So I told him to go back to Ireland so that he could be surrounded by a sea of shiny white faces.

In what possible way does he not seem like the kind of guy who would give her an infection deliberately as some kind of “sexy” act of possession?

He fed her vagina ice cream. Really? That’s just so wrong.

they’re exactly the same thing, but idiots won’t believe you.

I just feel that religion shouldn’t be propped up as a rational explanation or defense in any kind of discussion. If I were to tell you I get on my knees every night and pray to the Wizard of Oz and that, sometimes, he talks back, you’d have me committed.

I’m enjoying reading this like it’s a circa 2005 LiveJournal blog post about a group of girlfriends going out to hate-watch The Worst Movie Night, Wine Required. So I’m torn between “why would you all do this to yourselves, I hope you got paid a bonus for risking your mental sanity” and “Can I come too, you guys seem…

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