This is what happens when Kanye sings into his Xbox.

Next year, instead of having 10 pest picture nominees, they should just add a new category for “Best Institutional Racism in a Motion Picture.”

A Terrence Howard Reminder: When the water shortage hits, there will be open and unpunished murder in the streets, so it’s OK to pee in the shower sometimes.

INT: JACKS OFFICE – NOON

JACK: Lemon! Come in.

LIZ ENTERS

JACK (CONT’D): I noticed your name on this year’s NATAS Emmy Judging Panel. As you know, the Emmys are being taped broadcast on NBC this year. The Sheinhardt Wig company has a vested interest in your vote for primet-time comedy Lemon, and I trust you to make the right decision.

LIZ: Dr Dreamboat’s Lost Adventures with the Fart Machine of Time?

Jack: Family Guy.

Liz: Jack, that show is garbage!

Jack: You and I and anyone who can see the ocean from their house know that, Lemon. We need to draw national attention away from the awfulness of Dr Dreamboat. We can maybe squeeze three more seasons out of John Stamos. The only way to do this is by giving Seth McFarlane the scorn that only undeserved critical accolades can bring. Can I trust you?

Liz: Blurg!

SCENE

there is no truth. only leotards.

Look at his face! He’s trying SO HARD to keep from speaking in tongues out of sheer joy!

This man is happier than I have ever been.

I know what you are. You’re orange, greasy, irresistible, and bad for me.
Say it!
Sweet potato fries.

Fobody’s Nerfect!