Please call up Chapo Trap House and make them let you come on to talk about this— I want to hear horribly mean and hilarious riffing on this for an hour.

Isn’t the investigator “duly” sworn, not “dually” sworn?

She’s a performance artist...I think Picasso would go insane if you gave him an 808 and made him make art on that.

Luckily, no one is saying “take down the art”; they’re just saying “talk about it.”

You’re right. He’s not harassing employees or coworkers, he just likes hanging out with sex workers for free during work hours, and not bothering to cover it up. It betrays a certain lack of sophistication, doesn’t it? The guy is a vice president of an entire network; he should be a little more savvy.

“2pm”...”11am”....”9am”....why do you think he’s doing this on his own time? The time stamps speak for themselves.

“Wha’ Ha’ Happened to Baby JJ?”

UGH, I am SO JEALOUS that you got to see her in All My Sons, that I’d like you to please send me a postcard with just your address on it so I can come BOX YOUR EARS. Sincerely, Eunetta Perkins.

Took me a minute, but worth it

I can’t believe I got to 30 as a white woman and never saw Emma until last week. Dagnabbit, it was charming!

Heh heh heh, clinical research jokes. I love it.

: ( Am I a nerd if I thought that was a thrilling tale?

I always say pasta and taco like a Brit BECAUSE it’s ridiculous. It’s pure reverse pretentiousness, because it’s affected but sound so much LESS classy

Aw fucky, this has me in tears. Thank you for saying this.

I have been saying for YEARS that Friday’s should be rebranded as AMERICA’S “ME” TIME

I haven’t read through all the replies here yet, but people who are convicted of blue-collar crimes can be barred from holding positions that allow them access to malfeasance, lawyers can be banned from the bar, all after having “served their time.” So, there is certainly a well-earned precedent for barring offenders…

“might as well stick up for everyone who is misrepresented.”

“...fuckwomble...”

OoOoOo I can’t wait to listen to these this weekend while I garden ...good Friday dump, Mr. Wyman!

Golly, and it’s not even so far off from the truth. Whenever anyone asks my dad where he went to school, he says, with snidely clenched teeth “In New Haven.” He’s not a wasp, btw, just a wannabe.