Not even the dad on So I Married an Axe Murderer?

The Chef peeking his head out at 1:10 makes all the rest of it work.

The John Ritter death was a true gut check, coming out of the blue, and having lost my grandfather to aortal aneurism as well. Then add that his daughter was born 9/11/98, and he died 9/11/03, and his is a death that’s gonna raise a welt for a good long time.

Do you have the slightest idea where Coventry, England is?

OK, I’ll bite. What word were you thinking of that would come up in play-by-play announcing that sounds as close to the n-word as retarded does retired?

Timely, relatively

Obscure might be hyperbole, depending on audience. Hard to make as case right now with all the anniversary talk, though.

No, no, no!!! The funny, is that she ashed, started to drink, paused, SORT OF glanced in SORT OF recognition, then slowly took a drink anyway, . . . all in one ambiguous take. She doesn’t even go for the easy ‘who gives a shit’ shrug, but leaves it open as to whether what she was doing was even consciously registering

Wanna bet he has a swatch watch on his ankle?

“But go ahead calling people racist because they don’t agree with your perspective.”

Is there/can there be/should there be/does it matter if, . . . a difference between being a racist, and having a personality that a segment of contemporary minorities find irritating

You know what most of my cookbooks are missing? Not enough religion and global warming snark.

It appears, though, that Amy Poehler is recycling her jumpers over on Wet Hot American Summer, . . . soooo.

So when do you see ‘not unheard of’ added to criminal pleadings?

That is a scary man. I’ve seen tough. I’ve seen menacing. Dillishaw is scary. He looked for all the world like a cross between Woody from Toy Story and the T1000. He doesn’t have a style or a move. He just flops around the octagon like a deadly rag doll never losing composure for a second. You’d never know he was…

I’m starting to sense that outrage addiction is becoming a thing.

Mmmm, makes me ponder whipping up a Biscoff Smoothie.

. . . Trump smirks confidently.

“The police killed my friend Stephon Averyhart, last winter and they didn’t even do a full investigation or ask witnesses questions. The detectives went strictly off of what the police told them, like “He had two strikes, we got a felon off the streets, problem solved.” That really hurt me because he wasn’t a felon,…

I wondered if anyone remembered that part. The lady got poop chute camera’d on national TV to raise awareness fer chrissakes.