STOP SAYING THAT!

*slow dramatic clapping*

You certainly are aptly named.

She's got shoulders like a linebacker and absolutely insists on going sleeveless all the time. She has a face like a mule with bottle opener teeth. She is not funny. She dated a network executive at E! around the same time she became (somewhat) famous for having a terrible talk show on E!

And is in the commercials.

No, Adams!

You and half the people around this board, apparently.

I'm actually ready to let this one go. All is forgiven, Superdeformed.

Cool handle and pic, Mr I'm My Own Grandfather. Choke on that, causality!

Poetry. Sweet, sweet poetry.

You're boggling.

"Real Fuckin Culture": Piedmont Park isn't in the suburbs of Atlanta, you lunatic. It's in friggin' Midtown. What kind of con are you running here?

"You'll know its me when you read "200 cases of doritos cool ranch chips" "a bizarre diorama of every Warhammer and Ral Partha figurine ever cast" and "blast was heard over fifty miles away" in the same headline. I'll let AV Club get the scoop."

What the fuck was that?!

Go straight to hell.

Seconded. Don't leave us hanging, ZMF. Your country needs you.

Who's gonna punch him in the throat. I got even money on Warren.

I don't know who or what to believe in anymore.

Michael Anthony:

It was a weirdly great show til the break in the first season, after which they clearly had to make shit up fast because they never actually expected the show to survive. They wrapped up everything so nicely, they shot themselves in the foot. So out with stories worth following, in with stunt everything. I don't even…