“If you’re an A.V. Club reader, you probably share our general cynicism for promotional nonsense.”

Yep, that is definitely a top made for radio. 

I thought it was the prequel Emoticons. 8^0

Seriously, they should just call it “beer.” Does Trader Joe’s really understand nothing about trademark law?

Note he doesn’t deny drinking on the job. He denies being high, but he qualifies the drinking:

Legends is like Titus’s line from Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. “It’s the nineties, Kimmy! Everybody’s gay!”

You raise a good point, and it poses an interesting what if: What if the Academy bumped up the awards season, and instead of being the last, was among the first to hand out awards?

The insanity of the dueling 80s dance instructors and the super dark twist, mostly done without dialogue, is a piece of art. Love Substitute Teacher, but they could take things in such interesting directions.

‘Bros do it together’ is genius.

Slightly off subject here, but what would you say is your favorite Key and Peele skit? Personally, I have to go with Continental Breakfast, it’s just too good.

“If we had a military division with the bullet-carrying capacity of these birds it would face any army in the world.”

ooooo, they love hiding in cars. behind the visor is a favourite one - it happened to a family member when i was younger (and in the car) and to this day i still don’t use the visor when i’m driving - sun in my eyes beats spider on my face hands fucking down.

This is the sort of pedantry we need to celebrate.

I feel the same way, being born in ‘79. But on the other hand, I don’t have a single friend who was born before 1983... and now I feel like a desperate old man who can’t even make friends with folks from his own generation, much less anyone the same age.

Well, that, and a whole shitload of ocean.

As a fellow ‘78er, “Generation Oregon Trail” is the best name I’ve heard for it. “Xennial” is the worst one.

I still maintain that anyone who can clearly remember a time with no Internet is not a millennial.

Yay! I was never sure if my 1990 birth meant I should responsible for ruining literally everything good in this world and now I know that I should! Goodbye, Applebees! See ya later, cable! Drop dead, golf! Fuck off, home ownership! Suck a dick, bar soap!