no, he keeps his friends rich. that's nepotism. a good guy gives people money who actually need it. he's sitting on millions, and he can't buy a bag of groceries for a family in need? the rich have a duty to give back, and generously. we would do well to remember that.

i…love you.

what? squandering Erinn Hayes and her credibility from Children's Hospital on anything related to Kevin James? or the pathetic caveman idea that withholding sex, much less sex with his body while looking at his face, is much needed empowerment and entitlement for men?

what? no "beginning" from Castlevania III?!

you just listed the top two things in my spank bank. every part of those scenes works for me. down there.

relatable…and fresh.

for the catholic priests and victor salvas of the world? everyone could use that roadmap.

but really, Mr. Show could have been done all in overall shorts and ribbed crewneck sweaters. they get all of the passes. their contribution to unhappy, smart comedy fans' lives can't be understated. and my life, too.

the male peretti's earlier Nike attacking is pretty rich, considering once he got some money he busted his staff's unionizing attempts.

i've focused on "effluvia." makes me feel more accomplished.

USING IT!!!

watch The Flash some time. if it weren't for JWS's magnificence, the blood in my eyes would boil them into an appetizer. i don't want apps for eyes.

oh dear god, men are wearing these, like, sweatpants? it's like a shitty sitcom, or family guy, come to life. not to mention what we've endured already. skinny jeans. man buns. the candiest of candy asses butching it up with trucker looks. the fucking ironic WT wolf shirts. the horrors my eyes behold. Lovecraftian.

never saw CM myself. but if they can hear pants on that show, i may reconsider…

it was fairly often. abrupt scene entries were greeted with "kramer!" frank's non-sequitur "i love kramer." and then the Maltese elaine.

the early 90s makes me wonder if there's a god. rib-height pleated pants, hideous purple or teal silk shirts. Zubaz. mock turtlenecks. mustard, purple, teal. at all. ever. almost as bad as fashion right now. seth brundle is my fashion guru.

so much to not care about. it's like a buffet for apathy. "now i'm standing up here!" "oh dharma, you're such a free spirit!"

i'm kind of making fun of myself here. who holds on to stuck-up punk snottiness about a band for 20+ years? plus, he dead. also, green day is still here to kick around. rich assholes.

aren't they going to have all of the MST3K catalog, too? all cleaned up and pretty as a picture? if so, i shall internalize my rage, until it only affects my non-internet loved ones.

yeah…….dammit me too. i'm going to take drugs to kill the pain of that.