Hertz so good. 

Yeah but he’s forgetting that you need the sampling frequency of love to fully capture it so it’s really 1056Hz

“It’s 528 Hz, which is the frequency of love.”

This kid is creepy

Madge could’ve spent less by just buying the letter from her former associate and been done with it (perhaps making a provision for the charitable contribution as well). Instead, she’s going full Streisand Effect: effectively publicizing and thus raising the price of the letter.

She would go Mjolnir on his ass. Mjolnir!

For me being in a lioness suit would be more empowering than any lingerie, but then again I am known among my social circles to be, “a real fucking weirdo.”

I would also like to discuss the bangs and if that constitutes additional damages. If so, she can pay of my mortgage AND provide a new outdoor kitchen for my home.

Would with Glover in that lion suit.

Dear Ms. Swift,

Rihanna looks great. There’s nothing offensive there. There was also nothing offensive when Donna Summer went full Kabuki. Sometimes it’s just tribute.

Sometimes the writers here come off as living in a bubble. 

I don’t need her to be a leftist dream, I need her to be better than Mitch. It’s a pretty low bar. Campaigning in a way that talks to voters she needs to win over, conservatives who have probably voted red their whole lives (or voted southern democrat when that was still a thing) is smart. 

Years after vampire Dersh kicked the bucket,

The only way I’ll entertain this is if I can imagine them dancing on the rim of an active volcano.

YES!  She and Bruno Mars both. I would love to see a sing-off between the two of them. 

DEFINITELY does! He used to be all that for a period, I just totally forgot he existed. 

Cosign. If it’s the place that I’m thinking of, it would be a rented one. Even regular peeps have access to those. 

Really? I had a blind item pegged for Steve Martin and assumed Shopgirl was loosely based on the encounter. 

I just changed my vote. About James Caan in the 1990s, I’d believe anything. (He also made Bette Midler’s life a living hell on For The Boys).