It is also on Hulu+ the next day.

Are you going to come back tomorrow and tell us how your favorites matched up with the actual winning dishes?

Actually have a cattle skull on my bedroom wall. GF was raised in Italy on cowboy comics and westerns. There is also a photo of Calamity Jane. Clearly, I am stupid in love, because I am strangely okay with this.

That is the face of a circus peanut trying—and failing—not to shart.

I will admit to watching that entire episode. The thing that struck me most was how many of the commercials were PSAs. Sad, sad PSAs.

Sounded familiar: http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1999-06-02/new…

I’ve always found it unsettling that Cat Cora and her wife look EXACTLY ALIKE.

I kind of like how he was too stupid to see the sadness in trying to pull rank at a freaking KFC.

I want to go out for $4 margaritas with slightly tired middle-aged angel, Dontavious, and DOL. Who’s in?

Seriously. I hope his parents lose everything. If he were my kid, I’d be absolutely catatonic, if not suicidal, thinking I was responsible for that evil little shit. Instead, they’re worried that he might not live the life of unearned privilege they envisioned for him.

Nick Jonas and Derek Hough are dating? Who knew?

We were all excited to watch the first episode of this and then just found it really slow going. The jokes would be set up, but then they lingered waaaay too long in the execution. (SPOILER ALERT: For example, the mowing of the pledges’ heads. Deaf girl, Taylor Swift, we get it.)

Let us not forget that it’s a non-profit company.

“Connell has recently become engaged to Martin Shkreli.”

Frozen embryos implanted in another woman who somehow ends up on the opposite side from our hero. There, Hollywood. Fixed it for you. You’re welcome.

Emma Donoghue has written WAY better books than Room. Her book, Hood, is amazing.

Well, yes. And their worst nightmare would be having poor white people recognize that the “poor” part is actually more important than the “white” part and start voting that way. Hence the constant dog-whistle racism (and more and more mainstream-audible racism).

Of course. Rather than refute the weirdness in the documentary, just go after the guy who made it. There’s no crazy here! None at all, nope, nuh-uh.

You forgot contrails and coffee enemas, otherwise, this is perfect.

Sure!