Introducing the Walk of Awesome.
Alas, like the centuries-old folklore from which the popular Disney stories originally derived, fairy tales on the Upper East Side are more complicated.
"I feel like a preteen girl defending Justin Bieber, or a balding alcoholic defending Charlie Sheen."
"I know that Busey suffered drastic head trauma after his horrible motorcycle accident and he’s not all there, but he is also a dick."
What would Freud have had to say about Kent and Vyxsin?
We start recapping, on Day 4 of the murder investigation.
It's hard to figure out who won this episode. Not hard to figure out who lost.
"Am I being hard on a bunch of kids who entered a contest? If so, I am the only one."
No no, it’s not food. It’s leg warmers, because otherwise she doesn’t have calf muscles.
Plus: The salty-scallop man returns.
A musical goes horribly awry, but not without some fun lyrics.
"It’s like all natural phenomena and all of human culture are merely instruments through which Steve Ells can more closely examine the viability of concepts."
Someone jumped in the Ganges river last night, while other teams played with poop. Seriously.
She responds to budget constrictions by basically saying, “Daddy, I want an Oompa Loompa! I want you to get me an Oompa Loompa right away!”
You could have seen those impressions coming.