Nothing...NOTHING beats the cat.

The song named after the dog is pretty awesome.

Until the US realized it'd be hard to expand westward with the Republic of Texas reaching into Wyoming. It was a debt relief for land tradeoff.

One of the reoccurring things on all post-apocyliptic shows (mainly Jericho and Revolution) is Texas being independent...again.

I was beginning to think it was maybe too subtle.

You tell 'em, Kristy!

You missed the "sexy hamburger".

I have a shaved head and a full beard, and all I know is, no one will make eye-contact with me in the grocery.

That American Horror Story Rubberman costume was for sale on Target.com.

Ha. Beat me to it.

I like that Skeletor has no qualms about trying to rule the world or highjacking a circus, but it worried about what the circus goers think of him.

Because I love my fiancé, and it's important to her.

Interesting timing, as I spent this past weekend in Pre-Cana classes (my fiancé is Catholic). As a protestant, she had to grab my arm a few times to keep me from saying something. Very interesting.

Beat me to it.

I present to you...the madness.

According to the Daily Mail, he was having the photo "independently verified by a team of U.S military monster experts."

I've see where this is going...if only for one season, one verging-on-horrible season.

In Nashville, most main road have different names, depending on which way you're heading. For example, Murfreesboro Pike runs from Nashville to Murfreesboro, TN. If you're heading from Murfreesboro, TN to Nashville, the same road is called Nashville Highway.

This line is awesome:

While not this crazy, I saw a 240SX with cambered out wheels driving around Nashville the other day.