It looks like a toenail.

It looks... like an upscale shopping mall. As though that would be an entrance to a Pottery Barn on the right. In Houston. Three miles from another Pottery Barn, and thirty feet from a Pier One.

McConnell looks like cancer. Like he could touch someone, say, “Cancer,” in his dry, crackly voice, and wham, they’d have cancer.

1. Oh, the horror, words are not sufficient, why god, why, etc..

Terri Garr?

Like poisonous creatures that are brightly colored, Trump’s hideous appearance is a warning of his even more hideous character.

Because for a man to be “feminine” invites derision.

It’s to show that she was cruelly thwarted, robbed of her opportunity to become A Bride. She had that veil in her hand, was juuuuusst lifting it above her head, but nope. Robbed of Her Special Day by a Black. Before the Bridal Hagiographying took over, it was, “she was in her PAJAMAS!”

You made it through more of that impenetrable wall of text than I managed.

Paragraph breaks. You owe us quite a few.

Wow, those are some skinny cops. I didn’t know cops came in “skinny.” And where are the Oakley wrap shades? And negative integer sideburns?

Ssssssh. She’s napping now.

We’re doing some remodeling, now’s not a good time. Also, she’s very possessive of me. I bet.

Six Feet Under holds up astoundingly well. It’s a sort of weird hallmark for me: I bought my first big, ancient spooky house all by myself about the end of the first season, and took a month off from my job to “fix it up.” Instead, I had panic attacks and lived out of one upstairs bedroom and binge watched Six Feet…

I was maybe twenty: I think now we’d definitely find it creepy. But in fairness, so did Jessica Lange’s character. She was just too depressed to do anything about it.

Yeah, she’s my mom. We’re close.

Wow, I haven’t seen that in forever. Ima dig it up.

It made me SOBBBBBBB. When Chris O’Donnell tried to get Mr. (Real Life) Debra Winger not to leave, said he’d try to be better... god. Just wracked with sobbing.