sept 15 in idea barrages

I like to think that in the aftermath of that “Do You Love Me Now I Can Dance” song, it turns out that she loves him even LESS now that he can dance because he’s such a damned show off about it.

If you really think about it, the Wicked West is the anti-Em.

The praying mantis believes in “eat, pray, love” too, just not in that order.

Miller Lite and cheese become the blood and body of the Bob Euckerist.

If you’re gonna open a fishing resort, Baits Motel isn’t a bad name for it.

Cops are walking off the job, offended that they don’t get to murder with impunity. “The gall of the people to say we shouldn’t get to murder them!” is what they’re saying. THAT’S the systemic horror we’re talking about.

Ain’t nobody made Deadpool sing the Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang themesong but about Chimmichungas but you know they should’ve.

“I ain’t a sledder,” went the Alaskan rap, “I just mush a lot.”