Fred Gwynne

Saw Bride of Frankenstein for the first time ever on Monday. It was cool.

The liquor store down the street finally restocked their Aeronaut stuff, which I promptly cleaned out. And drank.

"No cancer" always gets a thumbs-up. Unless it's Trumps most recent colonoscopy results.

Finally stumbled brilliantly into a new job which is just what I wanted, and in a really good and admirable organization. I don't know how this happened and I pray I can keep it (I'm in a sort of probationary period). Wish me luck, chucklefucks.

Looks like someone's never had Bitburger.

Skinks, despite their suggestive name, are actually quite chaste.

“He's here to do two things - heal lepers and kick ass. And the lepers are all healed.”

They come back from a mission, only to find that they're now a trio of adorable Shiba Inu puppies!

I thought it was all hippies and ice cream.

It's been years, but I could probably still draw the opera house from Blood Money with my eyes shut.

This guy.

Looks like a lot of bullshit to me.

Popie died on the way back to his home planet.

He's got that gay papal infallibility.

Especially those Zoroastrian motherfuckers.

I want to legalize it because I'm a hopeless pothead.

“We’ve talked for years about whether to honor a man at Women of the Year and we’ve always kind of put the kibosh on it,”

Corey Feldman needs to do more television appearances alongside Steven Seagal, so he can look a little less ridiculous by comparison.

Steven Seagal's been making Trump look good for years now.