Dame Judy Dench?

The boundaries between a good pun and a bad pun are constantly in flux.

And Camp Out At A Table At Trident For 7 Hours Without Ordering Anything, Stinking Up the Cafe With White-Person-Greasy-Dreadlocks Scent.

I grew up in Boulder. The witches live to the west, in the small mountain towns. They occasionally come down into the valley on raids to steal bikes.

The FX Butt Department is actually managed by the Associate VP of Butts, it's not a C-suite position.

"Ugh more fuckin' Wild West robots again! Christ I hate this show!"

"Donald Trump got to be president by holding up the wallet his dad gave him and yelling “I fuck this wallet."" - I need to read more by this Deadspin writer.

We must quest through the cursed woods of Steve's Crossing and delve into the fathomless ancient mines of West Brookfield, to confront the undying witch-queen, Carol!

A haute bourgeois family so inbred that most of its members can’t sit down in a chair on the first try
(say with me!)
THE A.V. Cl…

Ah Slack Bae, that coworker you flirt with via your office collaboration software.

"Tale as old as time / True as it can beeeee / Barely even friends / Then somebody bends a spoon unexepectedlyyyy"

Also the smugness of people who fail simply because they had a shitty unoriginal idea that was lazily executed and then pass off their half-assedness as "Failure is the road to greatness, my bro! Haters are my motivators!"

Drone Porn: "While master's away, sexy quadcopters will play! Barely legal! Uncensored rotor-on-rotor action!"

Philip Glass conducts his "Grass or Ass", a threnody for bassoon in 9 parts.

Or dropping your pants all the way down to your ankles.

"Good Sob, Internets!"

It's illegal to date 7th grade boys, you know.

Everybody Poots.

Yeah but you're only a Junior Rabbi.

Take the gun. Leave the xiao long bao soup dumplings.
- The Godfather, 1972