Funny story: when Dane Cook released his Madison Square concert film, I felt his bit about TiVO (God, dating this further) ripped off one Patton Oswalt did. I felt so incensed I actually sent a MySpace message about this to Patton and (because this was early internet) got a response.

“Hey, lay off the guy. How’s he…

Yvan eht nioj! 

I expect a 7-year “limited” series on Netflix (or a comparable streaming service) at some point. That’s probably the better way to adapt the fairly episodic books anyway. The number of episodes could change depending on the amount of plot to be adapted, the tone could be more dramatic or whimsical depending on what…

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So what do we think the debates are gonna look like with all these candidates? Are there gonna be kiddie table debates? All at once? A whole new idea?

Don Jr. out here trying to empower freshmen white boys who already think they know everything.  I feel bad for their teachers, who don’t deserve to be called losers.  

Yeah, I think I agree. He could’ve been the first to declare but now there are a bunch of viable, liberal candidates he has to compete with. 

I can’t put into words how wonderful it is to not see that smug bastard Paul Ryan sitting behind Trump, nodding his head up and down with that shit eating grin on his face over every single thing Trump says. 

CREAM OF MUSHROOM SOUP????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Might I add that if you are making drumsticks, you should make Tandoori ones, because holy shit they are amazing.

Ok, I’m surprised she doesn’t spit fireballs. 

I’m surprised he doesn’t spit fireballs.

He’s probably tired of being called “Odo”

I’m now picturing a bunch of LARPing businesspeople wandering around the park throwing bean bags at each other and I want to go watch. [Beanbag toss] “MAKING DEALS!” [Beanbag toss] “IMPORTANT PHONE CALL!” [Beanbag toss] “TPS REPORTS!”

Kushner wishes he was Patrick Bateman.  He’s much closer to little brother Sean Bateman from The Rules of Attraction.

Tell us how you really feel.

Jared Kushner : The Human Clammy Handshake

Before we had our kids, we had no party. We wanted to be left alone.