Look everyone, Ms. Moneybags owns a home!

What were they thinking? “Nineteenth-century Irish stereotypes in space” was offensive when this first aired, and it hasn’t aged well.

Go to school for 20 years, manage to land a job, get assigned to putting underpants on rats. Nice.

Move over, Cybermen, Tiremen are the new Dr. Who villains.

Not wrong. But also wrong.

In related news, the Doritos factory has significantly increased production capacity.

I know a retro gamer, and yeah, they’d snap this up. Easier, and safer, than cruising the streets on garbage day looking for one.

No matter whether it’s labeled or not, you don’t start ladling on the salsa until you’ve tasted it first. What a maroon.

I would give my life for Santiago.

All the gay people I know eat the same kinds of foods I do. Uh oh.

I bet she laughs at salad, too.

That’s only 14 hot dogs per person. Totally reasonable for two adults or six kids in trench coats.

It’s absolutely ruined introductory programming classes.

Late 60s. Came here on the heels of the death of Apollo and the Reddit API fiasco.

He lives a life totally unencumbered by reality. In a way, I envy him.

Master debater there.

But not for long.

25% of CEOs know they’re throwing money away, but can’t stop because 100% of CEOs are throwing money away.

The Long Island Railroad had bar cars in that era, so even if you couldn’t on the subway, you could get your drink on between NYC and your home in the suburbs. They started phasing them out in the '80s, and they were gone by 2000. I lived next to the LIRR as a kid and remember seeing them on trains heading East out of the city in the late afternoons.

We’ve gone full circle. Which was the intention, even if some didn’t think so.