Oh, Charles. Charles, Charles, Charles. So naive.

Chris Columbus chose to continue sleeping on his brother’s couch.

A hermit crab is a remarkably good idea for a knightly character.

Isn’t this show the equivalent of non-fat UHT milk?

First of all, lol:

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass. Happy Hanukah.

No. Or, “nein”, if you will. 

We finally get the Hot Pocket movie we’ve all been clamouring for. ·

Bring on State Comptroller Country.

Brisbane, definitely. Let’s break it down:

UCLA is worrying - a bunch of Zionist shitcunts turned up to do what they always do (start shit), and the police just...didn’t turn up. At all. Until the Mayor finally personally requested them. 

That engine, man. A V10 that’s smaller than a V6 and sits lower than most boxers...

I actually delayed going to pick up my Chinese food (not from the Golden Crown, partly because I’m no longer in Paddo and also mostly because it’s closed down, alas) to watch the end, because I really, really, really did not want them to move.

Amen. I have never, ever understood the point of them: hotels are cheaper, and I don’t have to fucking clean them at the end.

You’ve heard of a mini-series? Well, Netflix has invented the Mini-Season™! This has three of ‘em!

And yes, before you ask—your mind racing through all the other extremely prominent chess scandals of recent years we might be talking about here—this is the one where chess grandmaster Hans Niemann was pelted by internet pundits with memes that he was using anal beads to help him cheat in tournament matches.…

Koenig has my absolute favourite line reading in Futurama where Bender asks if people who hate Star Trek can leave Melvar’s planet and Koenig immediately exclaims “GOOOOD question.”