Cheeto Messiah.

Nope. He was asking Russia to hack/find the "missing" Clinton emails and release them. His request had nothing to do with the DNC.
If there's hacking to be done, how about hacking the IRS to get hold of Donnie's tax returns?
Audit, my ass.

TrumpBucks™ can only be used at Trump properties, so spend 'em before the bankruptcies roll in.

There was hella applause following her comment. She turned the tide and Michelle brought it home.

A Non-Athletic Sport Centered Around (ka)Raoke?

That could work as well.

It's Cheeto Jesus. Get it right, dammit.

A British troll. How delightful!

AV Club's house style includes hyphenating "ly" adverbs for no apparent reason.

I love those black lambkins. Pretty sure they're safe from butchering for use in a signature pasty or shepherd's pie.

If Trump becomes president, I'm moving to the Lamin Nation.

I thought Kasich was a no-show.

More specifically, white male.

Don't be a silly. It's Prince Groom.

Looks like you've uncovered their dirty little secret: women have a hive mind. Sucks to be you.

What do you mean "the 90s"? There's VEEP, Curb Your Enthusiasm, and I'm sure lots of other non-Seinfeld-related comedies that are filled with mean people.

There's a book about the Stouffer's restaurant in Chicago that was located on the top floor of the Prudential building? Now that's what I'd call a real page turner.

The difference between Fred, Walter White and Susan is that Susan's death was funny. The other examples weren't.

$25 for yard margs at Skeepers.

Three Simon Pegg movies is two too many.