Worlds collide.  Never Not Funny and Better Call Saul.  Slippin Jimmy meets Cajun Jimmy.  All they needed was a gator on the veranda.

Agnes DePesto!!

Speaking of faces, without the mustache, Isaiah Whitlock Jr. looks remarkably like Roy Wood Jr.

The notion of Cinnabon rice cakes doesn’t appeal to you?

Iiiiii’m 50!!!  50 years old!!

Dude def pumped one off to a picture of Sorkin writing that scene.

Stealing witticisms from David Cross, eh?

He’d heard people talk about this thing called neckbeards, and thought it referred to the BACK of the neck.

There’s video from the altercation, but Arnold is hiding it from publication.

Fallon in a Homburg gave me douche chills that rearranged my spinal column.

Well it would certainly help with browning.

The best invention in history, so far as baked potatoes goes?

Not that they didn’t use it to narrative advantage, but Forque is a bar in the Albuquerque Hyatt.

Not that they didn’t use it to narrative advantage, but Forque is a bar in the Albuquerque Hyatt.

What there needs to be is a mechanism to recoup a TO if its used purely to make sure the officiating crew does their damn job.

Didn’t this place, not a month ago, have a lengthy sober article full of the righteous indignation of a WNBA player besieged by dudes who thought they could play ball on the same court as her?

I am delivert!!

It’s like people are actually JEALOUS of the pedo pizza parlor folks.

It’s amazing how much the difference whether the money is sitting in a bank in Mr. Bobbitt’s name or has all been spent makes, huh?

Huell’s body habitus seems appropriate for the situational metrics.