Withhold affection.

Five Great Weeks of The Kermit Sanders Show!

I don't know, I bet Donald was at some of those Ted-Whoopi dinner parties.

"President visits troops, holds large gun and makes pew-pew noises."

Let's not dismiss anything; I've heard he's excellent with the cyber- kids a modern day Patricia Arquette.

I don't see the word hypothalamus anywhere, think he's fine.

Just a hunch: you could remove insane from the headline, lose nothing.

Why couldn't one Harvard educated person say, "hey, grab a medium sized rock!"

You'd get the ticket on site, you'd receive your court date via mail.

Slightly.

That was so flim-flammy, it made wonder if I missed things.

Also, she deserves whatever awfulness befalls her, for naming her son Dashiell/Daschle.

I'd make them clean the fucking pizza off the roof.

I finished it. It got worse.

I was couching my hope in cynicism, like all the cool kids(…?)

I would add Greg Germann to that show and be set.

"It's not just Freud… it's Freud!"

It's a drop, indeed. To say much more would be spoilery, but it's terrible what an immature view this show takes on being a responsible adult. I'll finish it, though.

The goon voice. Damnit, that goon voice.

Party in the city
Where the Genie's on.