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Could be worse.
I choo-choo-choose her.
Gabriel. Can I call you Gabe?
Gabe. Great re-cap. So great. I literally (as in “literally”) spit coffee ALL OVER MY COMPUTER when I saw “ACTING”.
Thank you for being the sunshine in my life.
Yes, yes, and Double Yes.
I totally wrecking the movie for my friends, leaning across three people to tell them all how much the Winklevii sounded like Dick Whitman.
Also, Larry Summers is a dick. Surprise, surprise? Oh wait, no. That’s not a surprise.
Am I the only one that didn’t find this adorable?
More like TRUE GREAT.
— Gabe, 1904-2012
Flanders’ parents: “We’ve tried nothin’ and we’re all outta ideas!”
And we have a winner.
Yes, yes. A million times, yes.
“Abortions for some, miniature American flags for others!”
It’s a Wonderful Knife
I just laughed. Out loud. L.O.L., if you will.
Seriously, he just casually said that in the last 10 seconds of the show and I was SHOCKED.
— My brain.
There’s nothing cute about juvenile diabetes.
(Somebody Photoshop Wilford Brimley’s mustache onto an adorable baby and prove me wrong, please)
Call me crazy, but Mel looks like Clive Owen in that disguise.
I need to start commenting faster.
That’s an even better ZING than “Tally ho!”.
Baby Idi Amin has to have his people mushed up first. (SORRY!)
— You, 1998
Pete’s original pitch had it set on a yacht, but the rest of the Brain Trust dubbed it “too old fashioned” and moved it to a resort. VERY 21st CENTURY.