This is a all-female remake of the classic Drinky the Drunk Guy Whose Name is My Dad, starring Jonathan Katz and H. Jon Benjamin.

She’s the Milli Vanilli (sold 10+ million records) of politicians. And, before the revisionism kicked in, barely anybody remembered that some dude named Dubya (?!) had recently been President for 8 years.

No, I get it, he’s a cad, and therefore could never call somebody out for cruel mockery of a person with a disability. It’s BASIC MATH.

I like PACs that sound like a threat or maybe a horror movie (America Rising)

(opens up locker to find pink slip) (locker door hits Cam Newton in the head)

I had my money on Benghazi for this particular game of Mad Libs, no wonder I’m eating non-artisanal Ramen 10x a week

It’s the long game, needs celebrity mean tweet or lip synch participants in 2019

Somebody tells me Dave DOES know something about China devaluing the yuan and I aims to pry this knowledge out of him.

I’ll never forget their first mascot. Now more than ever.

I’ll bet Murdoch gets Howling Mad over this.

Don’t worry, rising ocean levels will take care of at least 40% of those diner franchises.

This could make all the difference in their going 4-12 instead of 3-13, yet still missing out on the DeShaun Watson sweepstakes as the 1-15 Browns coast in. No problem, you can get Myles Garrett, and he can retire by 2019 as is 49ers’ defensive players’ wont.

Look, my city got to one and was swept. BY THE WHITE SOX.

“A casino so big its penthouse is technically in outer space”

“Walter, why do they call you The Big Train?”

I understand it from a “World Series generations have waited for, now nuclear hellfire to cleanse the land” perspective.

Boston shouldn’t worry, it’s all on proven playoff performer Price presently.

They had to break their rusty cage of poor financial planning and RUN

Ron Wood’s the baby!

(looks up ages of rock and roll stars) Holy shit I’m older than Elvis was when he died. (gets off Internet forever)