Featuring this article is kinda like showing the photos of ISIS beheading people—

Yeah, bro, I'm seriously OVER dinosaurs that actually existed, I demand genetically engineered invisible dinosaurs.

"I think I'll sit here in this stadium that the Megaladon could easily land on, if it chose to do so, and assume it will continue to eat only the food that it's being spoon fed," she said right before she was rightfully eaten alive.

SNL: Everyone constantly complains about it sucking, then watches it again the next week.

What other performer today is doing a (i) live, (ii) flawless, (iii) highly political musical TV performance? Nobody. Dude is a man out of time.

The way Jay bobs his head back and forth FOR EVERY CHARACTER and does that weird mouth-chewing thing FOR EVERY CHARACTER makes me want to stab out my eye. I'd posit he's the least funny, most obnoxioius cast member this side of Jimmy Fallon.

Disagree, I thought this was one of the best produced performances in day, particularly because it was all live with no discernible backing tracks. Just awe-inspiring, I watched both songs 2 or 3 times before going to bed.

And yet you keep watching it!

#noyou'renotbecauseD'Angelo'ssecondsongwasdamnnearhistoricallyawesome

Totally disagree. She has an excited, almost dangerous energy that inevitably yields the biggest single laugh each week. This week, in that otherwise lame drumming opener, her DON'T YOU DO THAT! brought down the house, and it was completely the result of her wildly delivery.

I can't believe the lack of comments about D'Angelo's utterly amazing performance. Everything was live, five background singers doing pristine harmonies, and the politics of the second performance were unlike anything we've seen from a popular performer in years.

"How wrong I am" about what? About thinking that Blair Witch is one of the scariest movies I've ever seen? I'm not wrong about that—it's one of the scariest movies I've ever seen. Am I sure? YES.

I'd head to Altamont and whoop me some some serious Hell's Angel ASS. (With the help of my stun gun from the future.)

Just read up and find some hotel Hitler stayed at. Then travel back like five years before he visits and get a job there as a porter or clearing lady.

This kinda like if a super-sized dogshit that could talk hosted the Superbowl half-time, and decided to bring out Missy Elliot.

If you say Lita Ford, I immediately start singing at full blast DIDN'T GET LAID BUT I GOT IN A FIGHT, UH-HUH! IT AIN'T NO BIG THANG!!

Hard to imagine David Crosby's wattle and George Lucas' wattle could be in the same room without causing some kinda of wattleacalypse.

Why couldn't he just go back to Woodstock?

She was helllza saggy, depressed and polyester-ed up by the time Bif wore her out, so I think it would be gross, but good gross.

Just go back and become that kid's dad then punish him by taking his comic book. Then release a few raptors into his bedroom and you're out!