It's Time To Say Goodbye To Whatever Bullshit Marketers Want You To Say Goodbye To!

Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!

Meanwhile, Back at the Gaslight...

"Excuse me, miss?"

"Yes?"

"How much longer will our food take?"

"Only another five minutes."

"I'm sorry, but you said that ten minutes ago."

"No I didn't."

"Yes, we asked you about our food at 12:10 and you said..."

"Oh, so you're spying on me mow?"

"What?"

"You can't respect my privacy and are just watching me and keeping tabs on me and totally violating my rights to privacy. This is really low of you."

"I don't understand. I just wanted..."

"Oh you just WANTED. See, you're using that language again. WANT WANT WANT. It's always about you and what YOU want. You're so selfish."

"Huh? Are you serious?"

"Look. I've had a really bad day, and you're not helping by being so DEMANDING and PESTERING me constantly with all your NEEDINESS. I'm about at my breaking point and I swear to God, if you keep RIDING me about your food I'm going to... Oh. Here's your food now. Enjoy!"

This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness

Squalor is the new gold penthouse. I guess it's more real, but it looks like all of them are realizing that Domino's Pizza doesn't deliver to the hood.

The prop and costume house told them they could grab a maximum of 4 items and only had 30 seconds to do it.

Probably not smarter than a fifth grader.

"Wait, I'm sure I parked on the level with the giraffe. Or was it a hippo? Hey, what happened to my shirt?!"

Goofy grins with dorky outfits are the new intense game faces with smoke billowing out of their mouths.

Heyyyy.

Great holy... perfect. Leave as is.

I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about Heckyl and Jeckyll with big booty thongs.

Accessories not included: pen and paper, microphone, talent

Decades later, this man would be wrapping his arms around Martha Stewart and loving it.