This is the first time I've felt anything resembling sympathy for the asshole adult Chris Brown (I have oceans of it for the child Chris Brown, but that child is long gone).

They seem to have a real thing for chickens, specifically! I... I don't know. It's all very weird.

Oh God, that second sketch... priceless, wonderful stuff. That troupe was really something special. They're all interesting in their own rights, but when they were together, some kind of spectacular alchemy occurred, and the audience got pure magic.

He put it down, comically gently, on the floor by the door before exiting.

And no one's a model anymore, there are only supermodels.

It's because nothing she's doing ever makes it to her eyes. This results in an even more doll-like appearance than that already cultivated by her stylists.

I'll lend you mine. I've fallen down a Community-hole and won't need them for a while!

And a damn efficient killing machine.

Yes. That was the best Joplin movie, even if it nominally wasn't a Joplin movie, that's ever going to be made. There's no topping it or even equaling it, even if someone suited to the part were being cast.

The guy who seemed to be in charge put it down on the floor, carefully, on his way out.

Dammit, now I want Chinese!

It's the high temperature of the griddle. This is hard to replicate at home because we don't leave heating elements on all day.

Inspired by, maybe!

Is he that guy that's obsessed with people's poop?

This IS performance art, right? Because... I mean, I'm a pathetically soft-hearted, anthropomorphizing, nearly life-long vegetarian (ever since I was big enough to start preparing my own food), and I think this is HILARIOUS.

Obviously, smoking causes arguments. Another thing Big Tobacco doesn't want you to know!

Oh, so not lawyers then. Thanks!

Her features are blunter, thicker, but they could be sisters, easily.

You're right, it isn't. That'd be a tall order, to be fair. "Just A Girl" was probably one of the best Not Just A Girl songs EVER.