I would stan the hell out of that blog.

No disrespect to this champion, but Uno was everything. 

This will cause a spike in the price of poutine futures.

This sounds like an attempt to hide out in America’s Wang and hope a favorable state government won’t honor an extradition request.

Any takers for “brocephus”?

Jia Tolentino’s New Yorker article goes pretty deep into the issue.

Giant Meteor’s too old? Maybe they can flip a coin for the top spot.

They should tread lightly. Dave turned out to be a pretty good movie.

Wouldn’t it just be easier to have them both played by Hayley Mills?

That’s kind of a fun thought, actually.

Here’s hoping for a round of spay and neuter.

I have to note that “the spirit of milkshaking” is a great turn of phrase.

1. I hope Bruce doesn’t bitch about the limited selection of seats after skipping the previews.

I once dated a woman who owed her voluptuous curves to regular consumption of egg-washed braided bread. She was my . . . challah-back girl.

We’ve seen this movie. Moreover, this could provide tools for the pathologization of political dissent, a widely practiced tactic in the Soviet Union.

As a poet I should now be reciprocated with a chance to write immigration policy. Moreover, The Cooch apparently would not recognize prosody if it bit him in the ass.

She’s hangin’ with Carmen Sandiego. Or Elvis.

We now know who to call.

His street name should be Tone Def. 

Where is he? Hell, WHO is he? The Democratic clown car is more like a tour bus.