This is a MONSTER jam. Get it?
I stopped commenting a long time ago, but I wanted to stop in and say: I’ll miss you, Gabe! Can’t wait for the podcast.
“Bob Greenblatt, the new-ish head of NBC”
Why does it matter that he’s new-ish? What do you have against nudaism, Gabe?
I prefer Duran Duran’s “Pizza on Film” to their “Girls on Film.”
Not technically a board game, but Jenga.
I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly sphere.
More like Manti GAY’o, amirite?
“This wine is ashy and dark, like Cormac McCarthy’s The Road.”
“He knew me from Spiderman.”
“Whose villain this is I think I know.”
Neyobody cares about Ne-Yo.
Womp up the Jamz!
Oh, and if Romney wins, we’re in the shit.
My upvote is a hand up, not a hand out.
This thread gonna blow up with comments and upvotes.
Wait–if Jessica Alba endorses Obama, and Lindsay Lohan questions Obama, how am I supposed to vote? Can someone clear this up for me? Can Jessica Biel serve as the tiebreaker vote?
1000 years? Somebody’s rounding up.
Oliver! Nobody’s asked for more (hallucinogens) before!
When Gotham is ashes, this tattoo will self-destruct.
I was pulling for a parallel universe in which Kelly Ripa would co-host alongside another Kelly Ripa, making the show Live! with Kelly and Kelly. In this scenario, each morning, Kelly would annoy her doppelganger with chipperness to the point that, one day, Kelly would begin feasting on Kelly, thereby ending the show’s run so it could be replaced with a gif of a cat failing to leap onto a bed.
I know, it was a long shot, but still.
Don’t they go back in time in MIB3? Check and mate.
I understand from talking to doctors that this guy doesn’t have a fucking clue. Shut it down.
There but for the grace of God, common sense, and lack of a trampoline, go I.
As a conservative allegory for the invisible hand of the free market.