That seems like a cheat to make a normal omelet and then put $800 worth of caviar on it to make it the world's most expensive. I'm going to start serving the world's most expensive Caesar salad, which will be a normal Caesar salad topped with several crisp $100 bills.
No joke, I love it when Gabe walks down memory lane. The only thing that would make it better is if he tells a story about college that involves balancing many tiny glasses of various beverages on his tray in the dining hall. It gets me every time because 1) every single guy in my college's dining hall had no less than 4 tiny glasses on his tray at all times 2) I felt like a crazy person because I was the only one who noticed this. Why do you need so many drinks???
Like fondue cheddar said, the fact that he is a white man automatically puts him in a position of privilege in our society and he mistakes that privilege as proof that he is qualified to legislate everyone else, even though he is a dangerous, backward moron with a terrible grasp of basic biology.
I'm sorry, but this baby is a genius of non-verbal communication. The depressed shrug, the collar-pull when she suggests taking it off, the arm waving... I am amazed!
That soul mate video was a cute idea, but the math was dubious. He said that of the 4% of the world's population he has met, 88% don't speak English well. One would presume that more than 12% of the people this American dude has met in his life speak English. Get it right, you nerd!
This is why I have no soul mate, btw. Because I pick apart the math in whimsical video love letters.
I was prepared to hate this show out of sheer envy because Lena Dunham was in one of my classes in college and she is now famous. Plus she's younger than I am. The world is unfair. However, it really, really grew on me! The characters are horrible and self-involved and exactly like I was at 23. And, like others have said, watching things and going, "Ugh, I used to be awful!" is great fun!
Also, I think it's really funny. I literally LOLed at the tongue touching line last night.
Vomitoriums were not places that Romans went to throw up, they are passage ways located under stairs that large crowds could use to exit quickly (the root of the word vomitorium means, "to spew forth," much like a crowd after a show)
Sorry to be an pedantic jerk! At least I'm not a famous billionaire saying that poor people should kill themselves!
I’m prepared if the NAACP invites me, I’ll go to their convention and talk about why Newt Gingrich should demand an end to all the subtly and overtly racist comments of his own party and not be satisfied with fake outrage over non-racist, reverse racism jokes by Robert DeNiro
My dog does that too, but instead of a pool, it's the abyss under the couch. And then when he can't use his paws to get the ball out, he looks at you and cries until you get it for him. And then once he has his ball, he pushes it under the couch again and the whole process is repeated.
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