But finally, he can’t take it any more. He sneaks off and poops on the rug. As he’s doing it he feels terrible. Shatters his self identity. Risks his place in the home, in the family. But what choice did he have, the rain — and at that exact moment he turns to look outside and sees… the rain… stop.

Look, I know acting is acting, and TV is TV - but I also hope that either Justin Theroux and Carrie Coon have an annual affair in Australia or that they never ever speak or look at each other ever again.

I WILL TRAP YOU IN A CANDY COTTAGE YOU DUMB BITCH.

Sorry, man, I’m pro vanity plate. Nothing wrong with a little fun that doesn’t hurt - or even affect - literally anybody else.

Yes! These suckers are getting scammed left and right.

Did I want the AirTalk magnet, or the @laist.com tote very badly? Yes, of course I did! My entire personality is an NPR tote! But with the looming loss of SNAP benefits, turning one donation into two - and helping out Food Banks specifically - makes too much sense.

That’s why I said weird, not dangerous.