Nothing about this shit is funny, but god help me this is all I could think of for a minute.

Every pump sprayer I’ve ever tried seemed to get clogged constantly. Any recommendations on that front?

“For the love of Thor, Montressor!”
“Yes! For the love of Thor!”

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It’s hypnotic.

I remember cracking up at that bit!

I like fairly aggressively hopped beers, although I do have an upper limit. One of my best friends from high school told me once that her beer preferences have been described by others as, “tasing like pine needles and sadness”.

Jesus, come on, man.

Yeah, because that never goes badly for the reporter.

LH: How to track every Google service and app that’s been shut down.

“And he reaches in and says, ‘It’s ice cold,’” Simpson told the Journal-Star.

If it’s just Internet and Location, and they really need it, this might be a good place for Bouncer.

IF YOU WILL IT IT IS NO DREAM

Except in the end, he’s really just a bitchy old man who dresses like some crossbreed of Daphne Guinness and Miss Haversham, and I swear, my cat has better taste.

Yeah, this rings true.

I know that this probably works fine, but I couldn’t help but think of this:

Also, because apparently I stan Harper now, here he is, rapping against Lin-Manuel Miranda.

In addition to High Maintenance, I think it’s worth noting that some of his work on The Electric Company could easily be viewed as a kid’s version of Chidi.

I stared at the artwork for this story for a good ten seconds wondering, “Why is that guy holding a bottle of barbecue sauce?”

“Also, fuck Applebee’s” is going to be the coda to every last thing I write from now on.