I think it’s a bummer that they don’t show more zombabies (crawlers?) on the show. It would have been nice and gross when the zombie fetus scratched its way out of the pile of goo left after Negan smashified Maggie.

Mark Harmon’s been there:

No way. That’s what USPS is for.

“Backpfeifengesicht”

That sulfur smell is just your brain tumor, but otherwise, you’re totally right.

I just hope I never get so frustrated I disintegrate.

Why is that one so angry? He should probably be shunned.

That's why I sometimes refer to my gentleman's protuberance as my "jizzopositor."

Of course there’s a reason: her father is a narcissist named “Guiseppe.”

I really hope those two are known as “Winnie and Gwinnie” to their friends and acquaintances.

Just go, kick Kissinger in the balls, and get tossed out.

I once got into a shouting match with a doctor because he was a dick about giving me the actual numbers from my blood test, rather than his qualitative narrative. I explained that while I was happy to know if he thought I had "moderately high cholesterol" I actually wanted to know the specific LDL, HDL, and…

Then if I'm honest, my doctor's going to think I'm totally nuts.

Leaving aside the presence or absence of cynicism in my take on this particular thing, can I just take a moment to express the hatred I feel for non-journeys being described as journeys? It’s not a “weight loss journey,” it’s a diet. Obviously anyone dealing with cancer can call it whatever the hell they want, but…

Not anymore. Shit's all day now! All. Day.

Try convincing a Utah judge of that.

They are very nice shoes. They don't appear to fit her, but y'know...details.

It's a damn shame Britney's shoes didn't come in her size.

It was a rough one to lose. Deadwood was around the same time and hurt me just as badly. Sonsabitches.

The analogy is more "don't cross the street" than "look both ways first." The latter is reasonable caution, the former is fucking stupid.