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. . . his hardy protagonist survives being “an Elizabeth Smart-type” to grow up and spend her life training in martial arts and weaponry.

I don't think Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead is too obscure 'round these parts, pard'ner. ;-)

It also seemed like a good idea to put the Addams Family to Broadway-style musical showstoppers.

Did you have any doubt that I wasn't thinking about Rozencrantz and Guildenstern?

I know the one you're talking about.

I cramped my hand reaching to use the exclamation point on my keyboard so many times.

Next season on CBS, Sitcom!, starring Tony Shaloub, Donal Logue, and Jason Alexander as Friend! Website called it, "A laugh a minute funride!" Other website called it, "A hilarious romp with heart!" And Old Guy of the Old Media says, "It's fresh, funny, and never outdated!"

That's love, man.

I'm still in favor of the spin-off being called, Kids, Your Father Told It Wrong, and it shows how the mother actually met Ted through HER side of the story, leading up to the same Season 9 finale.

Two li'l chitlin's, alive in their bed! / One is sick, and the other 'most dead! / Call up the doctor, this is what he said: / Give those damn brats some shortnin' bread!

Easy Mode: "Love Me"

He's Thicke. He's Gaye. They're cops. One doesn't like the other. The other REALLY likes the other one.

And all of Florida.

I'm really sorry, man. My mom had RA too, and it's a real bitch to deal with it, even in the healthiest of moments.

Or "Eliminated," as in, "Eliminated from playoff contention."

Is it just me, or can it not be helped to change how you pronounce "Detroit" when in reference to the Cobras?

True enough. I'm really going to need him to make some magic for me next week, because otherwise, I have Ellington and Knowshon out, and Andre Brown waiting in the wings for a week 10 comeback.

I guess my league is far more run oriented than yours, because Knowshon has been a godsend for my running game in light of T-Rich being fucking useless after the Colts trade.

I liked the signing in the theory that he would be a capable replacement for Welker, for whatever stupid reason they let him go.