Hey, don’t bring math into space travel.

Yep. That thing is booking. It’s amusing to challenge flat earthers (yep, really) to go outside, clock the ISS going by, and try to explain anything going that fast.

I hope she takes her protein pills and puts her helmet on.

Nah. Nobody is going to start a nuclear war with the United States over North Korea. Never, ever, ever. The choice for them is, North Korea ceases to exist (and thus, ceases to be a tremendous problem for them), or THEY ALSO cease to exist. Which would you choose.

Iraq was not able to eliminate a city of 12 million people in an instant. And another 10 million, if they get that rocket to Tokyo. If we attack, millions of our allies will die the first week.

Yep, that man is a war criminal. Like Curt Lemay.

Outstanding.

It’s like when my friend told me he had just seen “12 Days [sic] a Slave.”

Get it? Go DOWN? Like, all ancients loved gay sex? I give up. This show and review deserve one another.

When they fed the legions meat, they rioted.

A plebe is a first year midshipman. A pleb is a plebeian.

Or you can, you know, read the goddamn book.

Why are all the women stylish and smart while all the guys are pathetic dipshits?

The painting is Jerome’s Pollice Verso,

Those were the Greeks. Romans hated homosexuality.

Trump could never play an instrument.

Naughtius Maximus.

Biggus Dickus, and his wife, Incontinentia Buttocks.

“Let’s sail 1500 miles to an uninhabited land in a 39 foot ship!” “Let’s drive 1000 miles into unknown territory, fording giant rivers, and build a house from scratch, and no antibiotics!”

Guy girl matchups for casual were rare? Yo, there were flute girls at every dinner party.