In my head, I’m Mel Torme.

To everyone else, I’m Eddie Deezen.

Poor ELIZA, she’s going to have to start hitting the corner’s again.

Not putting him on the $100,000 bill is slap in the face.

Pro Thunderball forever!

Bulk and Skull eventually redeemed themselves.

I guess the A-file and a 918 weren’t enough?

Manic 8-ball as veep pick.

“Declared independence”?

When see a building situation that makes absolutely no sense, blame the HVAC folks.

Joseph Weizenbaum: “No shit? For realsies?”

Guy who washed out of the seals thinks he’s more important than the commander of the Chinese theatre because he was a penis.

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Cajun and Creole art nerds throw the best parties.

That’s just after the olives are ground up. Pressing them is a couple of steps down the line. Where the oil comes out of the press a mossy-brown in color.

All information that was in the replies of the tweet. Including several from the author herself where she talked about going on an olive orchard tour and watching them do the whole process from start to finish.

And the fucking bumpers. Two bolts and a shitload of glue.

I’m going to get a tattoo over my entire body. Of me, only six inches shorter.

It’s only a limerick if it’s filthy.

If you don’t trust the pinto numbers then you’re going to have to talk to ABC about that.

Dev Patel for one…

A solid point. But you’re still a rapist and should be punished for that.

Try marble races.