The Venn diagram of people who like Brooklyn 99 and people who like John Mulaney is a circle
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jake on queer eye
antoni, pouring a glass of water: pls drink this
tan: a leather jacket… over a hoodie… over a plaid shirt? what’s the inspiration behind this?
jake: bisexuality
jake: so my dad left when i was 7-
karamo, signing adoption papers: i am your father now
jake, already sobbing: not sure how my other gay black work dad will feel about this
bobby: so im gonna renovate ur house, really make the place organized
jake, sweating in adhd: uh not sure how long that will last
jonathan, putting away his razors in shock: wait what do you mean you physically can’t grow one?
holt, bursting through the doors in dramatic gay fashion: who is this ‘karamo brown’ and why are we involved in a custody battle?
Jay Pharaoh’s John Mulaney impression
Holy shit
That wasn’t an impression John Mulaney possessed him
When you fall through a kiddy pool and end up in the Coca-Cola Hellscape.
you will not die, but for ten thousand years you’ll wish you had
this changed me as a person
I’m in tears!
I just want to know how the writers of snl knew about my very specific sexual fantasy
my soul: saved
One of my favourites
the shot of a pizza roll dragging across bare skin fucking kills me
EDIT: Okay, as it turns out I actually have Feels about this.
“What’s your name?”
“I’ve never had one.”Not only is this objectively the funniest line in the entire thing, but it also speaks to something deeper. Like, every bit guy who was in one scene gets a name. But not her, the ostensible star of the commercial. She exists only to feed her Hungry Guys. Her name is “Babe, we need more Totinos!”
That actually says… kinda a lot about heteronormativity and marketing.
They did two previous ones of these and, no, she never did have a name.
Amber 