Mmmmm…. babies.

I am the Batman.

Oh Lord, the Yahoo News comments section drives me batty. It's like the roosting spot for people who were deemed too delusional and right-wing-conspiracy-minded for the Teaparty.

*tell your

Tellyour brother on my behalf that that is hilarious. I'm giggling like a moron.

My friends and I are still prone to fits of quacking at each other like those aliens…

Al Gore? Oh, the things those two must do with Al's Nobel Prize medal….

I can't watch the video here at work, but I certainly hope that this adaptation does justice to the book.

I hadn't heard "My Humps" until after I saw Alanis Morissette's parody of it on some comedy website.

I know Madonna (and Cher, and Cyndie Lauper, and Boy George, and Britney Spears, and etc, etc.) wore flashy costumes and showed skin and what not.

Bring It On: No Cheerleading, Just Hardcore Penetration.

Kesha doesn't bother me as much as Katy Perry (whose music is *unironically* stupid) and some of the others of their ilk.

And throughout this spiral, she continues to wear shredded trashbags, now unironically.

Fifteen year olds who were little-ass kids when the series aired.

A gritty reboot with mumbly, miserable looking teenage actors sporting Justin Beiber haircuts.

That Yesterday line gave me a good chuckle. I'm a Beatles fan, but I'd be lousy at playing "Which One Wrote This Song?" for the most part.

The darkness can largely be attributed to aforementioned masturbation. It'll make ya blind, you know!

Your post was really interesting. Makes me curious about the old-ass paint dust accumulating here and there in my house.

Creme fraiche….

I'd watch if they dropped bricks and axes.