“Leftmost” implies I don’t need a dozen browser windows open to fit the 300 odd open tabs I’ll totally get to this week. Mail is the one tab that I actually close regularly.

That’s literally Scrooge McDuck she’s arguing with, and even he’d rather take time off from pissing about in a bathing suit in a cash vault to call her out on her bullshit.

Oblig:

Oozing Wound covered that in 2017, but it’s not on the internet anymore.

Copped a look at his wang. It’s clearly not that cold outside.

I always used to get him mixed up with Paul Newman as a kid, before I knew about either of their personalities.

As someone that’s been dealing with depression all their life, that’s fucking hilarious. The actually bad answer is suggesting more sleep for an illness where insomnia is a common symptom.

Theme song’s already set, unless they use it for the mandatory dance scene.

The people who ran the Star Wars Hotel also thought there was a market for young adults with a massive amount of expendable income.

You know that old joke where Bono slow claps his hands at a gig and says “every time I clap my hands, a child dies of starvation”, and some wag in the audience says “stop clapping, you fucker”?

I’m not sure if RTD doing a huge fart joke right away is ...just him getting it out of his system.

They should replace him with Lecy Goranson in a wig.

He’s at the bottom of the Crack of Doom. Just saved you a few hundred mill, Jackson.

“Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey...stuff” is the exact level of science I need from the show,

The whole point was that Lee Majors was an Unknown Stuntman, of course they’re going to avoid bringing attention to him.

Not expecting it to make the top 10 or anything, but I rate “On Your Own” over most of these. 

Classic Buuuuuuuuuu-di comedy for the ages.

Shitty “Beaver Patrol” cover*->big name in orchestral soundtracks is one hell of a career path.

Not played it myself, but looks like about 22 hours for the main, another 30 on top of that for the sides.

Oh, shit. Got ya. Fair point.