I can’t believe we have to choose between a guy who will certainly spark a genocide, and a guy already actively supporting one.

I mean, I’m going to vote for Biden, because he’s still somehow the lesser evil, but the Dems really don’t help their “there are differences between the parties!” argument by (not so) slowly…

In fairness, doing what feels good instead of thinking about the consequences is fun.

I followed everything. If your comment to CoolhandTim was about the original article making a pedophile joke, everybody got that. CoolhandTim’s comment was a different joke. Same meaning, but different joke based specifically upon your wording. Perhaps you missed that Mr. Wiseguy?

The issue with the MCU right now is still the, “You have to see everything,” mantra. During the later portion of the 2010s, during the peak of the MCU both commercially and critically, Marvel not only released 3 films a year, but Marvel Television also released 14 shows for Netflix, ABC, Fox, FX, Hulu, and Freeform.…

I remember loving that Squirrel Nut Zippers album for a while. And now I can’t remember why in the hell I listened to it, like, actively SOUGHT THAT ALBUM OUT and was like “I want some Squirrel Nut Zippers right now.”

OK, I have not part of this comment beef, but I interpreted your original line as saying that in addition to being a slam on Drake, the line was actually delivered in the key of A-minor.

I probably stopped listening to rap soon after Donkey Kong 64, but, yeah, that’s a helluva line by Kendrick.

In the afterlife!

Sam Worthington sounds like a P.G. Wodehouse character.

I know people have different metrics of what makes the greatest rapper, but it’s pretty apparent who is the better writer when you see their lyrics written out side by side in articles like these. Drake’s just read so simple and corny in comparison to Kendrick’s.

Sam Worthington, or Jai Courtney? Who can remember!

Hard to believe they don’t make actors brush their teeth between smoking and filming a love scene.  I doubt del Toro smells great either.

Ah, got it!

Oh shit, you’re right. I totally read a -s where there isn’t one. I just needed more mid-afternoon coffee, I suppose.

“Airing at 10 PM Eastern, they cued up bedtime better than a fistful of CBD-strychnine hybrid gummies.”

Yeah, even Drake’s nominal defenders seem to struggle to name any albums he’s done that would be considered “classics”, but as long as he keeps putting out bland singles that get major club play he’ll continue to have a career.

What a bizarre critique. The special was funny;  like, really fucking funny. He revealed as much as he needed to in order to make the jokes work. Not every special needs to be doing some sort of Hannah Gadsby style confession.

“By that same regard, though, it’s likely some longtime fans might find it hard to stomach the changes to their favorite show, particularly its aforementioned shift from pure sci-fi to fantasy.”