The dulcimer and sitar are fretted instruments.

The foul tip hit the umpire in the shoulder.

There is a character issue for Mr. Bush in this campaign. The clothes have no emperor. There is no there there.

A Million Ways to Die in the West is McFarlane’s laborious love letter from himself to his own stupid face and is a continuation of his brotastic brand of “edgy comedy,” which is really just saying awful shit and coyly winking as if to say “ain’t I a charming stinker?”