So Scarborough’s taste in music is just Fred Armisen’s clip in the SNL opening credits

Is there anyway to meditate while I perform household chores?

The time to wonder if you’re a villain is when your first order of business is to gut your ethics committee, not when you’ve got skulls on your caps.

Only women have a gender

Exactly what I’m going for, I’m one of Those white Americans.

White American eating fries with mayo right now AMA

It helps if you think of it less as a music museum and more of a Boomer masturbatorium.

I meant zero disrespect to the victims, this was really more directed at the author. It’s a frustrating attitude that is perilously close to “here are some puppy pix as a palate cleanser from the bad things,” a stance that I have no time for.

Everything is terrible, and getting worse.

Would clash with the duct tape holding up my rear bumper

My car radio broke in like February and I never got it repaired so I’ve been relying on the “Spotify app on iPhone 5s in a cup holder” method of music listening

There’s no point to my story, just wanted to share

Clear that most music is bad anyway

*puts McCartney II on repeat*

You jest, and yet they are VERY DIFFERENT FILMS. In Remains of the Day, Anthony Hopkins is a repressed man bound by the social conventions of his day and Emma Thompson is a lively, intelligent woman who pushes against them. But in Howard’s End, Anthony Hopkins is a repressed man bound by the social conventions of his…

They made peanut butter and honey sandwiches in my elementary school. Tasty stuff.

I’m going, as are at least 6ish other women I know.

Does converting to another religion “undo” the baptism in the eyes of the church? I’m not religious and have never really considered this before.

Hopefully he’s dead before then

Glass houses and all but what, exactly, is Europe’s fucking problem?

I am so beyond decorum with that motherfucker that I am now wishing for his death (secretly in my head and not out loud). If he REALLY doesn’t want to be President, I’m happy to hand the man some heavy pocket stones and point his ass towards the Potomac.

You know what’s a good show? Northern Exposure.

(I just like to talk about TV)

My fake and more correct title for this movie is The Gahdian.