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Totally Team Denzel. When it comes specifically to soapy ensemble TV medical dramas, Denzel has it all over on Ellen Pompeo.

And mix that shit with dry-roasted peanuts! That is gourmet eats right there!

Big boobs and unflinching integrity. One I was born with (okay, not exactly born with, but when puberty hit). The other I can only aspire to. Thanks, Cassandra, for showing the way!

Agreed! Not a sports fan, but I have a low-level crush on the guy from his commercials. 

This article from the Guardian explains a lot about the womanizing - apparently it runs in the family. But the photos of a young Boris Johnson - before he had power... Those mental gymnastics had a difficulty factor of 10!

Other than a couple of egregious exceptions (looking at you Emma Corrin in your baby bonnet), I thought the Emmy red carpet was so much easier on the eyes than the Met Gala.

Those Hidden Valley Crocs look disturbingly like the ones Villanelle had to wear while escaping from the French hospital.

Great idea! My family is physically far-flung, but emotionally very close, so Facebook is great for us. And I think this is best use for it.

I think he’s pretty funny and talented, too. People are in an uproar because with the whole suit-and-tie and my-wife-wonderful-I’m-an-idiot routine, people thought he was some kind of self-aware good guy with a happy, working relationship.

Thanks. I needed that.

Not everyone in the older generations is brainwashsed. When my daughter and her n0w-husband announced that they wanted to get married, I was the one who said, “Why would you want to do that?” Not that there’s anything wrong with marriage - if both partners want to be married. It’s just that if they don’t, it’s a real

Yep, most of the Catholic Church is pro-vaccine. Not this guy, though:

This! In the day, it was so engrained in the culture that for young girls being the “girlfriend” of a rock star imbued them with their own kind of status and even fame. Read some of the interviews with Laurie Maddix, one of L.A.’s “baby groupies” of the 1970s (yeah, Google “baby groupies”). She talks about how her

I had a boss who used to say proposals or plans didn’t “pass mustard.” At our department meetings, the whole staff had trouble staying “in tack.”

Same! I have yearly boob MRIs, where you have to assume a “Superman” position on you stomach with your boobs dangling below you and held in place with mammogram-like glass plates. As uncomfortable as this sounds, when I put in earplugs and just focus on the “boop-boop-boops” and then said foghorn noise, I almost fall

I like to imagine they woke up one morning to find a little orphan baby in a basket on the steps of their mansion and they decided to raise him as their own. An example of no good deed going unpunished.

What would be an ideal second season would be to follow Armond (assuming he’s not the one in the box) to the location he’d have been transferred to as a result of the mayhem that happened in the first season.

Exactly!!! I thought the cough was a little too obvious. He’s in the box.

Yeah, not my Italian family, either, though there was the one cousin who used it as an excuse to cop a feel at a funeral once.