“Arlo once stalked comics darling Mary Worth, until he got drunk and drove off a cliff.”
No one will ever be Schroeder, but DOGGAMMIT, Bessie will try.
I literally just came here for the PUPPY BOWL STARTING LINE UP. OH MY GOD.
I’m sorry, but I am torn between Team Ronnie and Team Tattoo.
Ronnie looks like he’s seen some serious stuff in his puppy life.
Who invites a Necromancer to a graveyard to fight? That is like inviting a gun to a bullet factory to throwdown.
Oh man, this was my birthday too.
Oh man I’l be in tech week for my show. Oh man…
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO? APRIL 8TH, VIDEOGUM SEES ANNIE.
Actually no, I could not ask that of you.
I think I love you.
I CAN’T DEAL.
I sent in the tip, and now I am insanely proud that it was cool enough to be breaking news. I am the dorkest.
I have literally been preparing for the Puppy Bowl since the last Puppy Bowl. I’m waiting for that puppy to come along that will replace Schroeder as the MVP of my heart.
Right now? It’s a toss up between Oliver, Little Red, and Lindy this year. I mean, Little Red looks like a precious moments dog figurine made flesh.
I am ashamed to admit that I watched the entire thing. THE WHOLE THING.
IT MADE ME WAAAAATCH.
Medical Intern Mildlyunsettlinglike: or How I Learned to Stop Being Vaguely Uneasy and Sort of Like the Bomb.
I nominate Seeing Other People.
…if Jay Mohr can be considered an A-list or B-List star.
I’m really excited for the Puppy Bowl this year you guys. That’s like a holiday…right?
This is totally epic.
I apologize for the fact that I look ridiculous.
Well, I was ashamed when I realized that Ken was in bed with a Bratz doll. This means, as we all know, that Ken’s sordid strangely proportioned mistress is also underage. Barbie is going to sue Ken’s ass for EVERYTHING.
IT WAS EVERYTHING I THOUGHT IT COULD BE.
But he’s not even a good racist.
I’m more offended that he still uses hotmail. AM I RIGHT.
Right you guys? Hotmail is totally an archaic institution and gmail is totes where it’s at?
oh God I also nominate Jingle all the Way.
I work at the Gap, and I want to take this time to apologize for our pricing, because it is awful. As for the solemn look we customers give you when there is not a sale, it is most likely because our souls have been beaten to the point where we no longer feel feelings. “I WANT TO RETURN THIS FOR FULL PRICE WITHOUT A RECEIPT.” The people say as they shove a worn and washed sweatshirt from 2008 in my direction. “I BOUGHT IT LAST WEEK I SWEAR.” Much like the prostitute of commerce, I usually find myself staring at the ceiling and thinking of England every time a costumer tries to screw me.
I am not whining, once again I don’t feel feelings, I just got back from an 8 hour shift where a costumer made me call every store in the tri-state area to find a pair of “anklepants.”
I am going as Sexy Teddy Roosevelt.
I KNOW, IT’S REDUNANT.