How many sweaters must you destroy?!?!

The chances seem slim . . . . 

Worth it for Beard going Hula Techno Viking.

No one gave them a picture of a human skin truck baby?

There should be a new millenium reboot of Dueling Banjos where you sample back and forth between Blonde Redhead’s - For the Damaged Coda and Derulo’s - Whatcha Say.

Characterizing The Da Vinci Code as compelling because the chapters are so short is the perfect summary of that book.

I don’t think people make the child connection right away with ‘kund.’ But they certainly do with ‘kid.’  People think of a wonderkund as a maestro, a fully formed genius, and think is a wonder kid as a child prodigy, kind of a novelty.

Jake deserves to lose his job for aiding a criminal escape because he vibed with him at least as much as for misreading an interaction in a closed bus parking lot at midnight.

Calm your kegeling weiner.

“When she’s not mentoring Nate on asserting himself, Rebecca is busy flirting with someone on Bantr that the show is definitely turning into a mystery (complete with nods to You’ve Got Mail with the usernames). My instinct? Her ex, Rupert.”

Visiting my cousin in the south meant doing chores [something grandma made up for us to do for the afternoon], then taking the pay for chores down to the general store for pulled pork sammy and Chocolate Soldier.

Should have awarded him a Toy Yoda.

That ending on Dave was perfect.  In retrospect I should have seen it coming, but it blindsided me and tears were LITERALLY [using the word purposefully and correctly] jerked.

Here I sit, all brokenhearted. . . .

Beep beep, honk hoooooonk!!!

He’s Ross’ Russ. . . /sigh ‘Hi. . . . .’

“why did she make that desperate, “cool”-filled pass at Kai?”

Bigger hive of scum and villainy than the Red Keep.

Between the whoops and the wains, I gotta hankerin’ for a WHuheat Thin.