The better question is, how close are we to guessing his real name so he vanishes in a puff of smoke?

The diploma is printed on elephant skin.

Graduation fees?

Why are you besmirching the reputation of peaceful, sociable gnomes? Sessions isn’t a gnome, he’s clearly a goblin (or a kobold).

She paints this nostalgic gloss on a housing program deliberately designed so white “Grandpa” wouldn’t have to live next to “Those People.” They just awarded the Pulitzer to somebody who outright pines for a racist past.

You have forced me to murder my beautiful joke.

My initial reaction to reading:

If you’ve murdered your joke, let me dance on its grave. It is extremely unlikely a grandfather from any of those cities is Protestant.

Your joke is still beautiful. Seriously, beautiful. Let it live, Predatrix...

A perfectly-placed hyphen.

Also, those folks weren’t living in Levittown. That was the OG white flight suburb.

I read it the same way as him, and now that it’s clarified find it funny.

Next time you should just ignore people who don’t get the joke.

ignore wasps at your own peril, people of fusion.

For rising to the moment with beautifully rendered columns that connected readers to the shared virtues of Americans during one of the nation’s most divisive political campaigns.

Christ, this must have been difficult to write are you day drinking

Like they’d use that language?

Agreed! Saw it in theaters and it is flawed as shit, but so goddam fun to watch. And more than a bit nauseating... but still awesome!

While everyone was crushing on Heath Ledger, I was over here rewinding the scene of Paul Bettany walking nekkid over and over and over again. And for that same reason I will enter one of my not-sci-fi favorite guilty pleasure movies: