and this is a problem … why?

I would like to wee on her boobies.

He's that little moptop turd who runs Formula One.

What, nothing on The Day the Clown Cried?

I shouldn't like POI so much. 1) It's a CBS crime procedural, which normally puts me to sleep (unless Roger Daltrey screaming from the opening credits jolts me awake). 2) It posits the notion that Big Brother is a grand idea, which as someone who watched to much of The Prisoner in his formative youth to be entirely…

And all this time I thought it was because Bristol sounded kinda like breast.

I would like to wee on her boobies.

What, you wanted A. Whitney Brown to go instead?

You're a Poetaster? What does a Poe taste like?

FWIW, I agree with you. But don't wear a bikini top and admonish us for looking at your tits.

I always loved "Pain" off Alice's Flush the Fashion LP (1980). No faux-shock cock talk in that one.

I remember when I had to choose between 24 and Monday Night Raw.

Also, the 1970 model shown (one year only grille is the tell) never had a 6-speed transmission.

Did I miss out on "Cuddy's Ass"?

Wow, better than Wings.

I'd like to wee on her boobies.

It took me three shows to get to a good Zevon show. First one had The Odds as both opener and backup band as REM apparently wasn't available for the Sentimental Hygeine tour, ca 1988ish. In 1996, I saw him play in a bar/club on the Jersey Shore somewhere, and was very obviously drunk and amused with himself—but didn't…

Meanwhile, he won't give a fraction of a fuck. Instead, he'll be excited about the pre-restoration shots of the Cunningham he just bought.

I'd like to wee on her boobies.

It may be a little too inside to grab new viewers, but this past year's Gaiman-penned The Doctor's Wife is an ep I consistently come back to.