Yet they still haven't taken GYB!E for a spin?

Google Goggles, Google Goggles!  We accept her, one of us! We accept her, one of us! Google Goggles, Google Goggles!

WHEREVER THERE'S A FIGHT SO OWNAGE CAN BE SPREAD, I'LL BE THERE. WHEREVER THERE'S A DUDE BEATING UP ANOTHER DUDE, I'LL BE THERE. I'LL BE IN THE WAY GUYS TYPE IN ALL CAPS.

Oh, you're still writing in Cyrillic? I mean, it was cool back in 13th-century monasteries, I guess. I've moved on to some language you've probably never heard of.

From what I've heard*, Sleigh Bells is defined by shitty sound.

Don't tell me no one at this point has made a snarky "for for" comment. What do I come here for for?

"I've done everything you wanted me to do, AV Club! So WHY did you do this? WHY?!"

We watch "Who Won TV," and we think you should, too.

This reminds me of my screenplay, "The Hotsie and the Nazi." Call me, Hollywood!

OF LINCOCK

Projectile Fire Vomit is the name of my new power metal band.

"Helena" by My Chemical Romance.

This is most assuredly a great song, and I've never heard anything else by Toadies, so I'm going to assume they're otherwise terrible.

I'm going to jump right into this shitfest and say that my favorite Van Halen song is "Love Walks In."

Hollywood Nights, yo. Hollywood Nights.

Because no one ever does that.

She's stacked like the odds against the opposition!

It wasn't God who made honky-tonk ghosts.

Mustaining the carpet?

BEST ONE: Doris from "Groundhog Day" shouting, "Fifty!"