Much Ado About Not Much
There’s just no way that anyone in the audience at the Tonys tonight didn’t instinctively go—“Doooooogie!”—when the ceremony’s fabulously hilarious host Neil Patrick Harris strolled to the mic.
CNN has ACTUALLY entitled the next hour of programming thusly: “Our special investigation: ‘Somali Pirates: Can They Be Stopped?’”
Good goddamn GRIEF. I formally declare the line between local news shops and major media outfits to be null, void, squished, etc.
What’s that? I’m seven or so years late to this revelation? Oh.
Christ amighty—do you ever eat? How’s the pay for professional commentating anyways? (She asked, ironically.)
CLEARLY the best sample screenshot of all. Hey, isn’t this the part where that stewardess gets all drowny and banged up in the back? Killer.
Dear God, Dr. Phil has Rabbi Shmuley Boteach on as his advisor on a show about why people don’t fuck anymore.
Dear God, I’m watching it. I blame Rick Sanchez for being so terrible that I had to turn my back on CNN.
In all fairness though, it’s kind of hard to turn away from a guy who wrote a book called The Kosher Sutra.
Someone explain this hideously unholy item to me. Now.
