Your nom de plume is the best thing I've seen all day. A tip of the cap and a hearty handshake to you.

Honestly, anytime I see Dennis Reynolds in the presence of a non-familial female lately, I figure the implication is in effect.

Per Miss Yoshida's request, the ending of "Catfish"…

God, I wish that were true. I really do.

Ugh. Enough.

You…you are just the worst kind of person.

I dig the cut of your jib, Snidely. Keep fighting the good fight.

I despised that episode with a fiery passion…the hilarity of an ABBA/Dean's Reminders mix and the spring-loaded cat notwithstanding. The show has been falling out of favor with me ever since, and I am most definitely a person.

I liked the "Cecil" character the first time I saw it…when it was called THIS:

Anybody else raise an eyebrow when Ana Gasteyer referred to the PTA picnic venue being next to the "petrol station"?—Rest assured, my love for all things British precludes me from complaining about such an odd choice of terminology, but I found it as puzzling as hearing John Barrowman use the pronunciation…

No. You're right. It didn't.

Agreed. In fact, I'd shake your hand, but…you know…peanut arms.

"Home invasions? The strings from Psycho? It must be everybody's favorite "let's do a horror movie homage just cuz" TV drama!"

For me, it's because she seems to kill the momentum of any sketch she's in without fail (GOOD EXAMPLE: the "All My Children" reunion sketch from two weeks ago).

Eh. I can live with it.

…but WAY less off-putting.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Glad I'm not alone on this one.

"I played this stinkin' city like a HARP FROM HELL!"