S'okay. I've already been to NYC. I've seen swinging schlongs aplenty.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwww.

They apparently broke the record on number of stunt folk set ablaze at a time.

The Hat That Ruled The World.

Not just the losing side. Traitors. They were traitors who took arms against their own country to defend their right to own and sell human beings. The only "monuments" we should have to them is maybe their faces on toilet paper.

And tits.

Cincinnati looks down at its feet as it shuffles away, Charlie Brown music playing in the background.

There have been some pretty good explanations elsewhere why "Confederate" =/= "The Man in the High Castle", but this thread on Twitter was the most apt I've read: https://www.twitter.com/MrS….

Except the PE coach doesn't think exercise will kill you.

Will they be more or less handsy?

I think all females of the species are very glad he doesn't have a third hand, though.

Considering they've shitcanned their copyeditors, more likely at least one moonacre was drooped into a cup if tae.

Three people died.

One
Singular sensation
Every little…

Clusterfuckalypse.

Likely a subreddit.

Now the orphans from "Oliver!" are singing about "Tits! Glorious tits!" in my head. It's quite an impressive performance. Look at those kids leap about and sing.

They're differing year models of Hateful Bitch Barbie. Collect 'em all! (Warning: unlike other Barbies, they decrease in value as they age.)

It'll go great with that Kansas-sized Hang In There Kitten poster.

"Sweeney Todd" made me actively angry. I grew up loving the show, knew the lyrics by heart (and a lot of the dialogue), and I could not understand why Burton made most of the choices he made in adapting it. He, Depp, and Bonham-Carter sucked every last ounce of humor out of the show. "A Little Priest" was grimdark…