It's your move, Armond White.

I'd like some more insight on The Collector … that fucking movie wrecked me.  I couldn't sleep for two nights.

Mrs. Garrett is the hottest bitch in this club.

Silly like a 5 dollar milkshake.

XYZ, Mark.  Examine Your Zipper.

Looks like it was directed by Tommy Wiseau.  What a dream collaboration that would be.  Oscar is coming.

You can do what you wanna do: in living color.

Stump Matt Pinfield… Was that a thing?  I'm overdrawn at the memory bank—was that a full show or did it just happen sometimes?

I'm so glad I didn't watch this at work, because I friggin' lost it—big sobbing tears.

Pour a little whiskey over that ice cream—it will help!

I keep thinking about those damn ducks in the Soprano swimming pool.  RIP.

Have you already been stabbed by a white guy?  That's pretty cool!

Paula Deen strikes me as one of those ladies who is very scared of black people—kind of like how Bob Barker would run away from fat people on the Price Is Right.   It just seems like she would crawl out of her skin if someone of color came within her personal bubble.

Not many albums in the past 20 years better or more badass than XTRMNTR.  I have such a fond memory of those pre-9/11 politics.

It's a shame because that white boy has the natural Patrick Bateman thing going, but when he's trying to "act" it's lost.  Ya blew it.

Marley Shelton's numb hand in the car door handle is one of my biggest cringes of all time.  I can just feel it.

Don't give them ideas.  I have an extreme reaction to eyeball trauma.  I can't watch a bunch of Fulci movies because of this, and that really bums me out. 

I vote for "Body Double."  It has the sleaze, voyeurism, hapless hero and inept police covered.

Am I missing some reference to Palms and Thursdays going together?

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