I saw that theatrical pilot at the drive-in. Double bill with Concorde: Airport '79 if I'm remembering correctly.

Leave some on the stairs for him to clean up, see how much he endorses it then.

And what is your own feeling about these political articles, Sir Osis?

I have the Sly Quadruple disc: Demolition Man, Over the Top, Tango & Cash, and the lone clam of the bunch, The Specialist.

This is the sort of movie you can so easily say, with chipper brightness, "I'm never going to see this! On to the spoiler space Jeeves, and with haste!"

Lobsters, I thought you were asleep.

GLUNIACK?!?!?!!?

"Pretended"?

"C-A-R-R-O-S-T"

What if John Ford had made one of these Human Centipede films?

It's the best in the city.

Fuckin rights, MAN-CHOP!

It's high time Burl was monetized.

I want Wistus J. Pettifog to come back and ask us who we would like to make love to the most.

The Space Pope, was it Rondo Hatton?

I found a photograph of the actual wedding ceremony:

Since I know a guy who lost one of his to nut cancer, I can go to gatherings at which there is an odd number of testicles, which is perhaps freakier. 

They may be on to something. The first and only Internet thing of any description my parents encouraged me to check out, and even attempted to send me the link, because it was just so HILARIOUS, was this video. So there's two tickets to the feature version there.

Me neither. I live in constant, low-level terror that someone will put two and two together, since I'm not particularly careful. On the other hand, I don't have an extensive online life outside of posting the odd comment here.

Cookie Monster, there's this: