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I knew the comments on this newswire were gonna be classy.

"And, uh, try to keep up."

I would've thought Sharon was the favourite.  My money's on her.  Phi Phi would be a total shock — to the point where I'd assume RuPaul just wanted to fuck with everyone (entirely possible).

Hey, this guy looks like Bobby Bittman!

It's the saddest but truest fact of all, that 100% of internet commenters, no matter how self-aware, need to feel clever.

Menthol Moose hocking that loogie is one of my all-time favourite moments, on this or any show.

That is an awful/wonderful movie.  At least in my memory.  Hilariously cheesy and overwrought, with occasional bursts of brilliant dancing.  I totall forgot Helen Mirren was in it, though.

It was a pretty terrible episode.  But I have to admit, that one long shot of Bijou Phillips chasing Shannon Woodward with a carving knife struck me as really fucking funny.

I'm (more or less) with you guys — it was silly, but in a fun way, which pretty much describes Castle exactly how I like it.

I like this.  Let the entire closing ceremonies be performed by guys who were cut from bands before those bands got super-duper famous.  The poignancy will be palpable, I tell ya.

Just checked her imdb page out of curiosity, and man, she's been in a lot of shit.  I remember enjoying Pushing Tin and I kind of admired Sky Captain, but mostly I have to say I wholeheartedly agree with you.

Yeah, Jimmy was definitely going "Logjammin'".  And don't worry, Ham, you're not the only old one here who caught the references.

He finally got that futon, eh?

So far as I can tell, no fewer than nine episodes from that season (including Streetcar) are in my top 5.  It can't be helped.  Last Exit will always be number one with a bullet, but my second-favourite ep of all time could be any of the other eight at any given moment.

Okay, okay. At the end of season one, when the recovering-alcoholic cop finds the lost neighborhood of Detroit, he uncovers a secret work of art that is reputedly the greatest, movingest, awesomest, most profound and beautiful work of art ever produced (sort of an anti-King in Yellow, see?), only — wait for it — this…

I'm sorry?

Don't feel bad.  Keeping Up Appearances is a guilty pleasure, but enjoying Are You Being Served? is a shame on par with being caught masturbating to the models in a Sears catalogue.

Don't forget Johann Sr. and the Flying Strauss Brothers.

Hey!  Leave Nancy Sinatra out of this whole pathetic conversation.