Chemistry prof whose accent made “molarity” and “molality” sound identical, to the point I thought she was just repeating the same word and was shocked to learn they are different.

Looking forward to 2020, when I can eat a steak again.

Looking forward to learning the provenance of this figurine, like it’s a horcrux for what’s left of his soul or is some racist icon from Bavaria or something.

Hey dirty bird, did you see this? AI, what a cool thing it is.

We’re going to eat you, CNBC. You won’t taste good but you get eaten along with the rich.

War Machine is one of two movies I can recall walking out of (or in the case of WM, turning off Netflix) before they were over. And BLLHW -did- feel flat on the screen, as though it was filmed with a phone or on a television studio set.

Excellent write ups of two big swing-and-a-miss movies.

So what if he wrote a book? He sucked then, too.

He is less than a goomba in the first Super Mario Bros game. One of those blobs from the second NES Zelda game. Flop sweat looks down on Mike Johnson. A derelict soul.

Come on, everyone, we can crush his spirit some more.

Can we throw him out, too?

“In what some call an unrelated incident, British troops set fire to the capital in 1812. This is a city well acquainted with violence.”

Junk Dick

Yeah except Junk Dog Vance has always sucked.

As others have pointed out, we can see why his mom chose drugs.

Whatever middling McKinsey consultant told Harris and Walz to stop calling Vance “weird” sucks butt. This dude is weird, and it’s legal to say so, even to his face.

He couldn’t order donuts despite having people who work for him whose one job is to prep him to talk to normal people.

Tech bro-adjacent without any of the skills, lawyer vibes without any of the swagger or pull, HOA board president energy but somehow first in line to the stained throne.

An actual creep.

If you picked up your kid after school and this guy was talking to your kid while waiting for his kid you’d say “We have band practice” even if your kid hated music. You’d rather see a JW show up on your doorstep than this bumpkin. The in-law who gets seated at the neighbor table at a wedding.

Just odious, unsavory vibes. The dude who doesn’t get invited to the block party but shows up anyway, bringing a bag of chips and mild salsa, then eats all the ribs. A man who, if he worked in the cubicle next to you, would get the “pointing at headphones” thing despite you not being on a call.