The thing is, is that there actually was such a show in the early days of television called... The Continental.

Absolutely this.

Maybe after having spent some time on reddit and noticed the absolute shitload of ruSSian bots in the comments, but I’m a little skeptical of what this individual has to say when he looks like what you would get if you asked an AI program to “create a photograph of Brock Turner’s wingman”.

I take one look at this creepy dude’s face and firmly believe we are less than thirty years away from a landmark supreme court case where a pair of cloned twins are argue for legal emancipation from the billionaire clone donor who paid for their conception and the one raised for organ donation will be represented by…

One of the few physical games I own as they removed the digital version from the PS store.

Hey, remember when the ruble crashed last February because of the sanctions over the invasion and for some strange reason that I don’t think we will ever be able to quite fathom the internet suddenly became something like 86% more polite? And all those trucker freedom convoys all over Canada and the US suddenly packed…

Getting a real Caracalla vibe from this POS.

Latino Phil Hartman? Fuck you, he’s the Spanish Jürgen Prochnow!

Incorrect.

The guy in the blue suit looks like he’s just told a devastatingly personal story of losing all hope in humanity after two tours in Operation Iraqi Freedom, and Sinema looks like she’s about to ask the room if they like the movie Elf.

Agreed. This piece is bringing back memories of the good ol’ Snark&Chuckle™ of a bygone era of such articles like My Visit To The Candle-Filled Overlook Hotel Of Christmas Attractions by Kelly Faircloth and I Re-Watched Love Actually So You Don’t Have To By Lindy West.

I would imagine getting death threats, and having armed MAGA chuds show up outside your home, might be that time to Not Fuck Around.

Hmmm... How would I describe Tim Allen’s current celebrity standing in the US to the English?

The only place this belongs is in the evidence parking lot of the Bucharest PD while its’ owner wastes valuable amounts of his time with his attorney to borrow his phone and tweet to his wristlet stricken Neverending No Nut November Nutjob army how he’s really the victim in all of this.

I always thought a better way to really drive home how fucked up it would be in that society is if Joel had said the line about the jury still being out and Ellie looks at him and without a hint of irony asks “What’s a jury?”

Whoa. Slow down there Hoss, and don’t be calling M&Ms non-fuckable candy. Granted, it requires consent by a willing partner and specialized equipment and according to the Urban Dictionary is referred to as a “Texas Toblerone”, but it is doable, so to speak.

There is Japanese media of Ted Cruz’s face on it available. It’s just that it’s only available in physical media at certain vending machines that exclusively take special debit cards which can only be acquired via an in-person bank appointment with proof of citizenship, residence, employment, certificate of moral…

Jordan Petersen is Andrew Tate for people who wear sweater vests.

What am I, some kinda smooth brained galoot can easily be swayed by less than 50 strangers on the internet?

He was wearing gloves when firing the handgun, and might have changed his clothes later.