Brian the Astronaut
Misread the above as “Behold Duff Goldman’s Star Spangled Inaugural Da Cake Eatur”
If this is a Jackie Gleason joke, then I’m the 85 year old dancing to house music at the club.
My mind is blown, and yet I am really not disappointed at all, because his rap game kills, and he just won.
And that’s exactly why this is wonderful.
Can anyone answer for me why the first episode has the Sylvester character talking in the first person, yet all the other episodes are in the third person? Also, if Sylvester woke up at 7 in the morning in a strange bed, and didn’t know who Cathy was, how is it possible that Sylvester later meets Cathy in a diner to collect his money for a staged hook-up to respark Cathy’s relationship with Rufus? I thought he didn’t know who Cathy was until he woke up the next morning.
I guess I just have a lot of questions about “Trapped in the Closet,” guys.
I didn’t see a movie this weekend, but I did spend three hours watching “Trapped in the Closet” on IFC. Does that count?
I once had pancakes that tasted like fish at a diner, but being the kind of person I am, I presumed I was just being crazy, and kept eating them. Bite after bite of mackerel-infused maple syrup passed through my mouth, until finally not even the taste of bacon could eradicate the feeling of eating low tide from my senses. Yes, I returned the foul dish, but not before experiencing the flavor enough times that when the New York Times reviewed Guy Fieri’s new restaurant and described the marshmallows, I was struck with the sensation once more.
“What happened outside? At a FOOTBALL GAME?!?” – nerds
He looks like he bought that suit for a dollar.
“The Kids are all Wrong” is the title of my next album. Thank you.
I don’t know what the intended result of posting this GIF was, but I just laughed my ass off for the past ten minutes watching the Honey Nut Cheerios Bee punch George W Bush in the face and make him barf a bald eagle with bodybuilder arms.
Okay. I know I should groan and wince and all, but I actually thought that – as ads for local TV affiliate weathermen go – this was remarkably competent. Not quite sure why the shoutout to Dairy Queen or the whole Martian thing, but, you know “been number one so long I don’t know how to write the number two” isn’t all that bad for a weatherman.
Judging by his face, he seems to be consumed with quite an Affliction.
Less Sand. – facetaco
Is a possum like an otter? Because I found one of those in my back yard this weekend.
GIFs or it didn’t happen.
I know they’re in his dojo and all, but perhaps showing a rack of white robes behind his wife wasn’t the best idea considering the message.
Caroline, if you want to see some Morris Dancing in the good ole’ US of A, come on down to my son’s Winter Revels at Worthington Hooker Elementary School in December. Gotta admit, New Englanders are still rocking shit people stopped doing in England 500 years ago.
This is all well and good, but I’m waiting to pass judgement for when Heinrich Stockhausen scores his next work for helicopter blades and unbreakable glass.
I can’t stand how insipid this thread has become! – Balk Talk
I’m still sore over Alicia being a Skrull, lilbob’s. I completely understand.
Is it okay that I thought for a second you were talking about Batroc, the Leaper? Yes? Please?
Tony Stark hosts a competitive bartending show on the Food Network called “Demon in a Bottle”
Hawkeye as “The Bachelor”, and some of the prospective women are secretly spies who betray him to their corporate superiors (and one of them is M.O.D.A.M.)
My wife would like to tell all you ladies to bugger off. She saw him first.
As her husband, I would like to imagine that he is gay. (My wife sobbed openly during Tinker Tailor when his character came out of the closet).