Somewhere in an attic there's a portrait of her saying truthful things.

A Kirkland Signature barstool.

That's the compression I got.

Fullest House

If this review is any indicator, Columbine.

Cloris Leachman? Way to bury the lede.

There Will Be BBQ is Paul Thomas Anderson's KC Masterpiece.

I had a Great Raft Brewing Grace and Grit, a double IPA that doesn't taste like one. Very dry and floral. The best beer I've tasted in a while.

The Look of Ignorance

Donkey Sauce's secret ingredient: six month old 10w-30 fresh from the crankshaft of a '95 Isuzu Trooper.

Listen to the first episode and see if you feel like he's being voyeuristic. He does a better job of justifying the project than I could.

That's the thing, though - he hasn't made it clear that he 'wants nothing to do with society.' The best case scenario is that he comes out and says he's done with public life.

Missing Richard Simmons has me both anticipating and dreading each new episode.

In Soviet America, microwave watches you!

It stinks!

The old New Coke switcheroo.

I'm going to steal that phrase to use in my new alt right documentary, The Straw Man Who Knew Too Much.

It's part of their insidious plan to make us appreciate GJI more.

No es bueno! No es bueno!

The Night Manager 2: Insomniac Boogaloo