Waiting on smug superiority post from Recognitions in 3,2,1...

“I’m in a dark place emotionally, right now. My dad lost his battle with cancer. And while I’m super grateful to his cancer for doing me and my family a solid, I’m finally on season 6 of community, and I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye just yet.”

AVClub: We’re going to pay you to post on our commment boards.

Say, whatever happened to ol’ BurnYourAccount? I remember that fun, lovable scamp fondly . . . .

She’s may be an old dog, but she’s always up to learn a few new tricks . . . .

Then Teti would realize that he’d accidentally cut and pasted from his shopping list.

Are you getting a commission for every time you post that?

What if your children are the hobos?

There are great cheeks on both sides.

Only one per month? You’re coddling them.

That explains why Dolt 45 is so puffy.

One hobo per kid, or can they collaborate on a single hobo-slaying?

Who are you really punishing by posting this? Him, or us?

He’s the evil, humanoid version of Poppin’ Fresh.

Especially after a Taco Bell binge.

So you have a movie about a dude trying to kill cute little rabbits, but it’s a bridge too far when the rabbits try to kill the dude? That’s how nature works. It’s kill or be killed, children. The sooner you learn that the sooner, you can get over your allergies and make those allergies work for you (okay, not really).

[CHUCKLES] Oh, Haircut, you’ve done it again.

Sean O’Neal: OK Writers, we got a valentines day themed week.  Come up with a name for it, something like Love Week, but not so lame.

I hear it’s like being gassy, but in your heart.

Love is dead.