Martin Short worships Pat Sajak (when he's doing Ed Grimley).

Well, I've *definitely* got shit down. It *manifests*.

*Ix-nay on the Oy-gay*

The sweet voice of Reason was heard throughout the land.

"So, how was you weekend?"

You're a vile old fucker and don't you ever even *think* of
changing. ;-)

I don't know…

Fuck that! Hot dogs like when Jesus was Babe Ruth.

Phobic, from Phobos, one of Ares' Dogs of War (the other one being Demos or panic) implies fear. I do not fear you, sir. I mock you and hold YOU, personally, in vast contempt.

And yet a HOLY DIVER! Fuck, I'll just show myself out…

We had the nails, you had it coming.

NOW YOU'RE MESSIN' WITH [Cow *Fucking* Bell] A FICTIONAL BITCH!

Fucking weep, probably :-(

And that's what I like to call Balling The Jack, ladies and gentlemen. That fucker's not bored now.

I'm slowly stockpiling ammonium nitrate as legally plausibly as I can!

Especially if it's porn!

Shaggy, *you're* easy. I'm a difficult, complicated, self-defeating motherfucker.

The name and the statement sent me running to urinate!
Whoo! And *this* time I made it to the toilet. Sorry again, potted fern. :-(

So are you. Cute kitty, though.

You will, however, allow the "toady," "stooge," "thief," and "liar?"
That's shockingly forthright and revelatory.