Makes you wanna jackknife someone in the effing jaw with your effing footbone.

I’d like a look at the gout foot. . . .

Under Worker’s Comp, it’s not that you can’t sue. It’s that the employers and employee have a pre-existing governmentally imposed relationship where the burden to prove culpability is relaxed in return for limitation on recovery.

“Jamming a bag of Utz crab chips in an actor’s hand and talking about lake trout doesn’t make it authentic - just lazy.”

Poor Kettlemans, with nosy Parker’s like Kim, it’s like they can’t find a quiet corner of the world to rip the poor off anymore.

I love The Money Pit, . . that is my answer. . . 

At least the existence of the Dodge Caliber gave us this.

So you refused to create something that violated your beliefs?  Glad there was no mechanism to force you.

Katy is a familiarization of the formal Kate, which is also an integral part of her story with Katy-girl being her father’s chosen label of particular affection.

“it’s reassuring that the show seems to agree that Toby is more in the wrong here.”

Ah!  The trademark 1-second glimpse of D’Arcy!!!

“CK, at least won’t pulling in anymore statues tonight”

A lot of uneven, half-baked, and a tad over-the-top stuff, but overall about average for laughs. The Short-Ass Movie sketch was among Pete best conceived and best executed. The game show was formuliac but at least the honest confusion and exhaustion was a different direction for the contestants to be ‘oddball.’ As…

I actually HAVE that toaster. It’s not my primary because I have a newer/more compact/more advanced model. But I fixed it for my grandma [who bought it new way back when], when it got a short, and got it from her when she passed.

You have to do a frequency of use analysis. I have way more small appliances than is reasonable, but the only three that have permanent counter primacy are the toaster, the microwave, and the coffee maker. The rest, from roasters, to blenders, to air-fry, to steamers, to sous vide, to induction hob, to crockpot, to…

God Damn It!!  Bangs?!?!  Why?!?!

I really wanted to enjoy an Oscar Isaac episode, but it struck me as dire and sweaty. You got the premise of each bit from the opening, and it hit every beat exactly as expected, and when your premises are already weak, surprise is your sole weapon to resurrect the humor. Isaac did fine with what he was given, but the…

“bones are something that broadcast sitcoms have always relied on: a diverse set of characters in a dynamic situation easily adaptable into the careful blend of mirth and pathos a sitcom needs to build a connection with its audience.”

Or should I say, . . . I literally gave up . . .