Mmmmm, Floor Tacos.

Bowie, Prince, and Alan Rickman could be trading smirks right now!

Ah, I remember the times of going almost 23 hours a day not thinking about this crap. I mean there were still newspapers, and sky writers, and tin cans with string, but you get my point.

If you read this in the Pope's accent, it's wonderful.

Have you seen Liartown?

It's called a Quantico Stovepipe.

He reminds me of Steve McQueen. The actor. Not the director. He just has a certain "I don't give a fuck" that is actually believable. It's almost like he doesn't give a fuck but at the same time, does.

That actually was a thing in the 80's. Everyone was more gifted than the person to their left.

Claudia only told the truth to that one guy she um, made not be around anymore.

"A condom filled with ammonia." I've been around, but Jeez.

The next next Transporter? The Man Who Transports Things?

Neils's Food Store?!? Is this Repo Man?

Pastor Tim's going to a farm upstate to frolic with other Pastor Tims. Don't ever think of him again.

I hope Costa Ronin becomes a big deal in the next few years. He has actual movie star charisma.

I can't handle the Handmaid's Tale yet. I have not seen the Leftovers.

Between this show and Better Call Saul my weeknights are like a one-two gut punch of emotional TV. DO YOUR WORST PRESTIGE TELEVISION!

It's hard to believe this actually exists.

He's told you the truth!

One of you will be injured in the leg!

Mrs. Peems scarlet rubella is acting up again!