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We need waaaay more upvotes for the way you ouro’d that boros. A+++ would read comments again
I had a dream it would end this way.
What a coincidence, I own an exterminator company called Shaggy 2 NOPE
The Onion Rings to rule them all.
“O my stars! The tempers flare so righteously between these gentlemen! If only… they could… stop… arguing…”
:: faints dead away ::
I was just thinking the same thing! That *has* to be what she’s referring to. They’re from the ELCA, the awesome lutherans. And I think their youth gathering is every three years, so you have some time to breath now…
I met Alex Trebek when I was young and foolish, although we only exchanged words when the cameras were rolling. Looking back, I think he was only in it for the money. (In all fairness, so was I.)
I believe we’ve found the real winner of this thread.
But stay north of 31st street if at all possible… not because the South Side is inherently bad but because otherwise my brilliant plan to stay holed up in Hyde Park will be foiled.
(Although it would all come crashing down anyway if Obama decides to stop by his house for any reason… let’s hope he brought enough toothpaste and sunscreen from the White House.)
Heaven just got a little moreice Sendak.
(Sorry, I’m in the nonsensical gibberish phase of my grieving process.)
(Seriously though, this man’s imagination is such an indelible part of me that I hear his name and I’m instantly transported back to my elementary school library… one room, sunny but a little musty still, the goofy librarian who most kids don’t like but I don’t mind… I remember the exact spot on the shelves where the SED-to-SEL section was located… it takes first-grade me some effort to reach up to where the SEN books are, but it’s totally worth it. The librarian is like “again with this?” but I can tell she secretly approves. And I just read and imagine, read and imagine…)
Is it weird that I totally remember this being a category in 1999? I mean, obviously it was a total joke, but I definitely remember Deep Impact being nominated for one of Morgan Freeman’s pauses. And Lisa Kudrow presented the award, but never announced a winner because OBVIOUSLY.
OK, back to grad school!
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner for Best Adapted Deanplay!
For previous editions of “Rick Santorum Is An Incredible Asshole,” please see: any news article in which Rick Santorum attempts to articulate a policy position.
The slope from Barack to The Rock is mighty slippery, my marsupially-inclined friend.
I know, right? Oh Minnesnowta. They’re going to test my faith in their awesomeness in November, too, when they vote on that ri-DIC-ulous anti-marriage referendum. Let’s defeat it, guys & gals! Ugh. I guess this means I should prooooobably come out to my family and then convince them to vote against it.
In honor of E-Dawg, I’ll do it in a JC Penney.
Probably nobody is going to read this, BUT: I literally just watched Die Antwoord perform on The Late Show with David Letterman, and it was the most AWKWARD THING EVER! Dave did not know what to do when he shook Yolandi Visser’s hand and she had these freaky-ass giant black-lens contacts in her eyes. Also the audience was completely weirded out since they’re like 90% tourists from Nebraska.
Oh, thank god Craig is on now. He’ll make everything better.
Wait… has there really been no mention around here of Jim Rash getting a nod for “The Descendants”??? He’s our very own Academy Award nomidean!
In spite of some bumps along the way, this episode of SNL had me J/K ROWFLING all night!
(Off I go, then.)
Without question the shih-tzu skit made me laugh the hardest (though when he first rolled out there something about the costume was unsettling, nigh terrifying).
But I’ve never seen a sketch make better use of the British/American dialectic, where the Brit says something ridiculous and deadpan, the incredulous American takes it at face value, and the Brit proceeds to exasperatedly point out that yes, he was being sarcastic. God, they are so GOOD at that! (Or maybe this is just what happens to me all the time.)
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A little downbeat for mariachi, no? It’s like the whale’s being played off after losing on a Mexican game show.
Next up: Elias Koteas busts out some halfway-decent Esperanto to an audience of three pigeons and a homeless person at the corner of Broadway & 133rd.