Is no one scared for the future of Arthur?

I go to public high school. Sometimes I think everyone I know is autistic.

A couple years ago, I was having outpatient surgery at Children's but my GPS took me through the city and I ended up with post-anesthesia nausea in a traffic jam by the White House. So I know this for sure. Thanks Obama.

I was wondering when this thread was going to take this turn. Zero disappointment.

i wasn't even alive in the 90s (briefly a fetus in '99) and i definitely listen to this song at least twice a day.

My ex and I used to do obnoxious millennial sing alongs to this. Usually while hunting Pokémon.

I was watching basketball during the Olympics. I'm a baby, so I won't say which Olympics.

Just kidding, maybe she isn't crazy. I'm saving this season to binge On Demand/Netflix for a rainy day.

But! Amelia?

Paid interns in corporate offices are hackers now? Next season of Mr. Robot, here I am.

Knowing you guys, all of them.

I still hate him for not being in Fifty Shades. And I hate myself for having an opinion on the subject. But Jamie Dornan gives me heebie jeebies.

A millennial's opinion, because who else matters?: After the Afterparty is the best song ever. Because of lil Yachty. The end.

I hope the first time we actually see Sue and Sean dance is at their wedding in a flash forward. Please. Seeing Axl save the day (and order his crazy "girl" drinks, which was my favorite running joke this episode) broke my heart. Made me want an older brother.

I don't know if I've ever cried as hard at a sitcom as I did when Sean Donohue was behind the door. And him calling her Susie Q. Oh man.

This happens on that Disney show where they have like seven kids. Usually the littler ones are gone, probably because they use all their time earlier in the seasons.

*deletes bookmark for this godforsaken website*

Trash TV I enjoy: all of it.
JK - in order it comes on, it's Keeping up with the Kardashians, Rich Kids of Beverly Hills, The Bachelor, Counting On (the damn Duggars), Tattoo Girls, Black Ink Crew. Sunday-Wednesday is so good to me.

Yeah, I totally have at least 45 left. We should have a pharm party.

I've even heard some of the acts on the *gasp* RADIO. (Ugh, I fucking hate Pitchfork.)