Stayed home and —Gawd help me— sober, because I is A Old. Currently thumbing through Netflix streaming, desperately searching for the new content we were supposed to get today.

Headline Coming Soon: Cosby Gets Off Scott-Free

Who spends most of his time running, Lemmy never ran from nothing.

He's just regenerating. He'll be back.

I miss the Monster.

Aw damn. I grew up watching the cartoon show. How fares Curly?

I'm Apathetic, and I thought it was a bit much.

Yes, I've seen TFA. Better than that, I found High Society (Crosby and Sinatra sing Cole Porter!) on Netflix Streaming. Tonight— Trainwreck!

This is why the only thing I follow on Facebook is a couple of drag friends, women bodybuilders and Bloom County 2015.

I didn't even think it was possible to comment on the Star Wars articles.

I'd give the world Fallout 4, with the understanding that they give ME some time to actually play the damn thing.

He probably has to wrap at least a twenty around his dick to get a stiffy.

Shitiots?

Poo, I was hoping for Vincent Price.

Nonsense— I see Stewart Lee's Vehicle and STEPHEN FUCKING FRY in there, for goodness' sake.

Is "Groucho and Me" by Himself still available?

THAT'S why she divorced him!

Well, Maude Flanders died. . . .

It's a cockney game.

Star Wars, obv. Bianca Del Rio's Rolodex of Hate on Vimeo— girl tries so hard to be Joan Rivers, but her major line is "Fuck you!" You can take the queen out of the club, etc.