So this is what an abusive relationship feels like.
Hello, Faddah. (No telling what HIS gut looked like.)
What about a complete history of the infamous “splash cold water on my face and gaze at the person I’ve become in the bathroom mirror” gesture?
Is internet porn now so ubiquitous and watched by so many that it’s now literally impossible for us to keep it from spilling over into other areas of our lives?
They’re really going for it; establishment Republicans are actually, dutifully lining up to kiss the ring of Kid friggin’ Rock. As if he’s legitimately an American hero for being rich and obnoxious.
Isn’t it kind of unusual for the White House to call for a private corporation to fire someone?
Darn, this may be the first Alexander Payne movie I don’t see. He may not be the most prolific director in the world, but you have to admire his consistency (until now, anyway.)
It’s totally all the makeup’s fault—powder-white faces and gigantic mouths are creepy even in the best of circumstances. Makeup-less clowns aren’t scary at all, and they’re still funny. Funnier, even.
Just a small town clown
Why all the dreamboat depictions? Isn’t it entirely possible that the world’s greatest writer was also a butt-ugly bastard?
It took the minds behind BJHM a while to decide whether Todd is dumb or just hopelessly naive about how the world around him works. I’m glad they chose the latter, thereby focusing all of their “dumb guy” comedy onto Mr. Peanutbutter.
Hells yeah! Less Bayside, more Wayside!
Charlie the Intern doesn’t show up very much after this episode, but it’s hard to top his very first entrance (and exit):
“Mommy, what ever happened to the boy who played Screech?”
Whatever happened to that sarcastic “WORSE. THAN. HITLER!” guy? I think he stopped posting here before the summer (and long before the Kinja switch), but I would’ve liked to have seen his hot take on Charlottesville and Trump’s reaction to it.
Old news! No one’s talking about that anymore! Heck, the violence in Charlottesville was almost three weeks ago—practically prehistoric times! Get a grip and quit living in the distant past!
As I see it, America is a modern country that desperately wishes to be an old one. We stand upon ceremony, such as who’s on our money, as if this is how it’s been for millennia—time we haven’t even existed for. And we forget that some of our most hallowed iconography, such as our flag and the accompanying pledge,…
A man personally responsible for thousands of lives lost vs a woman personally responsible for thousands saved.