See also:

Also, here are some tidbits from a job description for a live-in nanny, which they were hiring for their daughter around the mid-’90s:

Hey, now! Marc Summers may have worked with slime, but not in even remotely the same sense as Mark Meadows has. And at least he was reluctant to get any of it on his person, too — if only due to his OCD.

Or perhaps she was one of the couple of dozen people who bothered to see that movie, and it just . . . planted a seed.

Well, she certainly seems to be an expert at sucking.

Christ, the picture on the left makes her almost look like my (decidedly un-Asian) mother at a similar age.

It is a good find. And don’t call me Dan.

Shower heads, huh? With where his head’s been for at least a handful of decades, he’d be better served by a fucking bidet.

Fifteen years later, somehow this book title doesn’t hit in quite the same way:

Aaaaannnnnnd his ghost already has at least two parody accounts:

Could you possibly call in a couple of (hundred) favors to her as well. . . ?

Well, that’s a given. . . .

My place of work has pulled that bullshit of calling us a “family” a couple of times as well. I’m tempted to ask if they mean that more in the Mafia or in the Manson sense of the term.

Fucking finally, man.

Well, at the very least, this looks to be about as much of a trend as the white Boomer Republican who walked away from his polling place without voting (against the Medicaid expansion) just because he was pissed off about having to wear a mask.

I said this once on The Root, but the scariest thing about Idiocracy is that you could conceivably make the case that, even before Luke Wilson shows up, civilization was on its way back.

You are unworthy of life.

Oh, and Trent Reznor was featured on Hard Copy when the FBI found footage for the “Down In It” video and did an investigation thinking it was a snuff film: