the whole thing is just pickles on parade for nbc, really

i uh… don't know if it is.

#fedorable

i had a drunk dude crawl through my window at night, when i lived on the third floor. that could be a sitcom, but i just realized it already was and it was called clarissa explains it all

#rtifprojectilevomiting #blessed

oh nbc.

#hashbrownsaretasty

in honesty, i can't drink.

maybe it's that you're still a loser with a terrible personality, but you also don't care anymore

take comfort. there are ancient sumerian cuneiform tablets complaining about obnoxious youths getting pictures of sheep entrails tattooed to their backs.

some of the snow melted in the heatwave! now there's only a foot and a half on the ground, instead of two!

why has his father not bought him a bishopric?

ow.

it's possible, but now i'm imagining it too.

i am serious. and shirley doesn't call me anymore.

whoa, the internet itself just spoke!

the clearest evidence that we are not living in the best of all possible worlds is the fact that none of us are best friends with chewbacca.

go on, do deformed rabbit. it's my favorite.

maybe it just needs a different myth. "this was one of those years that was a lot like having an eagle devour my liver daily. but now i have a new liver, and…"

i thought you did a good job rescuing zoolander despite the script mr. stiller