But really tho... wot is a Leppo?

Baggy Joe Bloggs raver jeans and Warhol knockoff Marilyn print Tee-shirt, two sizes too big for me, natch. Late eighties/early nineties.

“Double Ocular Vaginoplasty”

I’m fine with marketing stunts. It all adds to the legend of a movie which adds to the anticipation.

I can’t believe they gave out the contestants’ weight.

Are you Donald Trump?

Will My Dead Gay Son™ be in it? It sounds like My Dead Gay Son™ could actually be one of the Heathers in this version.

“Trump To Patriotic Moppets: Go F**k Yourselves!”

What the Dickens?

“Rabbi” Shmuley used to appear on UK television in the ‘90s and nobody questioned him because what the fuck do brits know from rabbis. In retrospect he’s never not been on the make.

What’s that? An excuse to post the Jolene slow jam? Well, if you insist...

It’s clearly Patrick Stewart cosplaying as Brent Spiner in Independence day.

“Hi, Bill. Want a ride?”

He needs to own it. He needs to start referring to himself as a “keen genital photographer” and start showing pictures of his Democratic Oboe to anyone who expresses even a passing interest, until nobody’s interested anymore.

A grizzly business, to be sure.

Those medics should have prescribed him two Pink Floyd albums and a tube of Pringles.

An Irish boxer was robbed by dubious judging, too:

Oh good, yet another fringe candidate