As usual, guests first.
The little-known spin-off in which Florence from The Jeffersons has a stand-up career.
Rewearing is recaring.
Also, a jacket similar to this one has been all over the subways lately:
This movie probably sucks.
No, I will not make a bone joke. This man is Panthro, for heaven's sake. RESPECT.
How much Viagra did it take to- NO! I said I wouldn't, and I won't.
Grandma throws a ton of shade.
No, really. She's serving pretty consistent stank.
Tough to tell, but I bet she's throwing down a scowl here, too.
He might be performing some sort of psychological test on people with this shirt.
He is trying to disorient us with illogical combinations of fabric and strings of meaningless syllables.
More! Diabolical, this one.
You can seek more information, but you will never comprehend.
It always pains me when I have to question her selections.
"Quick! In here, before someone tries to add detailing or interest to our unbroken walls of color!"
She doesn't need my reassurance. She's self-satisfied.
The Starship Bonet.
It's like they're from different worlds. Wait a minute...
Since Vanessa is sitting there, I'll break from my usual oldest-to-youngest structure and jump straight to her.
Like a rhinestone cowgirl.
Come toward the light, Theo.
Broody Huxtable, amirite?
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