Latent Gingerism.

Count your blessing, Lionel. There are worse ways to get... busted.

That scummy stepdad will pimp you out to his Russian friends.

“What’s that, sir? It’s your name? Frankly, we find that a little hard to swallow.”

Cuz there’s no app called ‘Piss Like A Donkey Time.’

“Do pay attention, 007! Now Remember, the subject’s wife is a Soviet agent so keep your hands off her, for God’s sake. This mission is codenamed Operation: SACK OF SHIT.”

If one of those creatures is named “The Hulkster” Univision will NOT be happy...

You don’t want to smell like toilet threat?

You matter.

The Centurions only ever used the command “POWER EXTREME!” which is a shame, because Doc Terror would have freaked if Jake Rockwell (Rugged Land Operation Specialist) had showed up to a battle rockin’ one of Nancy Reagan’s Chanel suits.

What’s this? Wilson Phillips news? Is it the 1990's again?

That tune is so familiar. Help me out, somebody, please?

Christie’s a massive dickhole but he’s really good at handling the press. That’s the giant irony of his ousting: He actually could have helped.

It’s weird because he’ll pay good money to see Russian leaks...

Barb, Barb, Barb...

You don’t get money out of education; you put money into education, and functioning citizens come out the other side.

Pfft. Call me when he can do this:

Kylie’s been trading as a famous mononym for decades. So many good songs but I like the moody ones like Confide In Me and the duet with Nick Cave, Where The Wild Roses Grow.

I like how the thoughtful Matthew Modine’s holding her down to prevent full liftoff.