Poor little commercial real estate developers. When will they ever catch a break?

Hey. Hey. HEY.

You hit the nail on the head. While I haven't seen it seep into his stage material (yet), Patton's public behavior in interviews and social media are increasingly hypocritical and insufferable. As his star has risen, he's somehow gotten more sensitive to criticism and comment. Yet at the same time, he's one of the…

This is starting to sound like a racial thing.

They have to punch in "I Think We're Alone Now" on the jukebox every hour to make the shakes go away.

The real monster is Elmo.

He's got his booty bumpin in that one shot by the jukebox.

Hi, Josh! It's sure swell of you to visit us.

I was telling a friend how much I loved the latest FJM album and recommended checking him out, when said friend stopped me. "Wait, he's a real musician? I thought it was just a band name they made up for Master of None!"

To hell with that, there's not even a New York date.

You live in the wittiest neighborhood in America?

I fucking love Father John Misty and I don't give a good god damn if that makes me an insufferable hipster in someone else's narrow, myopic perception of the world.

English Justice:
When an inept Bobby repeatedly travels for miles from London to your country estate to tell you whether you're in trouble for murder. Then, per custom, he hovers around your kitchen and picks at leftovers in the icebox, all "Think I'll pop 'round for a nibble of last night's quail, I will! Oi, wot's…

I wonder if he actually managed to trick her into it.

If Kyle Smith Doesn't Like Eating Bowls of Shit, He Should Quit Writing

Hugh Laurie has shown himself capable of a strong range — he's been bitter but charismatic (House MD), sharp and sinister (Tomorrowland), meek but intelligent (Flight of the Phoenix), mild-mannered and paternal (Stuart Little), and all manner of comedic (Black Adder, Fry & Laurie, Jeeves & Wooster). So I'd put a lot…

I think hate is acceptable if the audience has a preexisting investment in the material. Which, granted, may not've been the case for even 90 percent of what few actually saw Mortdecai.

To be fair, I don't think Sestero "wrote" almost anything in the book. The writing was all Tom Bissell, translating Greg's anecdotes into admittedly flowery, but still incredibly compelling prose.

Hell, even if you don't like The Room, the book is fascinating. I'd recommend it to anyone who has even a passing understanding of the movie's infamy.

Now you're on the trolley.