No cell phones at all. Dance, clap, enjoy the beautiful thing called your memory. The end.

Thank you!

Mrs court and I are going to eat at Chili’s tonight! Trio platter please!

Sporty spice can be replaced?!?! Replaced?!?! And Victoria with her Beckhaming and all the other things like beings friends with Kobe beef Brisket Bryant? What is this world coming to, I ask?! Saturday. It’s coming to Saturday. What’s happening now?

May I add, you pendajo motherfucker!

Toe hair is the worst. I have it. The toe hair.

You have large feet! In you face!

To keep your meatloaf from collapsing, use toothpicks.

So, in his free association, dementia related way, he is implying that by making a choice between him and Clinton for the advancementof LGBT rights, it’s essentially the same thing as making a choice between him and radical, murderous Muslims, since Clinton takes money from the Middle East? So by proxy Clinton, like…

Fuck the English team and their shit players and their fuck off lazy attitude and everything else.

Just no words. Fuckin men and their hatred of women and their stupid fucking everything. Dear men, goddammit, just stop. Fucking stop it. Sincerely, a man who just don’t get it.

That’s hot

Seriously and most genuinely, fuck yeah! Damn good for you. My wife and I are doing the same, trying to get it back. Proud of you random Internet stranger.

Me too. Quadruple date.

Settled then. But where the hell is Bradley Cooper playing Bradley Cooper playing an actor named Bradley Cooper engaged to an obviously fictional 15 year old model named Suzuki Watercress?

Well, hell. I’ll admit my mistaken assumption and take my lumps.

All of it. He was the institution. He owns Worldwide Pants, the production company behind the show. He handpicked Colbert. His choice and his choice alone.

And Carrell was phenomenal. But Ryan, oh Ryan.

Disingenuous prick. Overrated hack, stopped being funny 20 years ago, too busy fucking all his twenty year old interns.

The Big Short was absolutely phenomenal. And so is my man crush.