I love Stephen Lynch. His "Vanilla Ice Cream" is a really beautiful song, funny as it is.

I still love the Black White Supremacist.

And I'd say Let The Right One In OWNS Let Me In.

Yeah, Wolfman. Lola seems like the kind of exciting international film that screams "American almost-shot-for-shot remake in the making." Unfortunately, so did Tell No One.

I thought I remembered it being Kroehner! Someone in the next episode mentions it being "Jewish lightning." I'd never heard that particular slur before.

And to offer polite words of encouragement. "Well done, you."

2 Dick 2 Tracy

The Mormon Missionary Position
Always a bit awkward with all of those other wives in the way.

"I have a gay. He follows me around everywhere I go."

Damn my horrible grasp on parts of speech!

Mad Libs!
Leonard B. Stern—the [noun] and [noun] who helped [action verb] [noun], [noun], [noun], and even the [adj.] party game [proper noun] into this world—has died of [noun]. He was [noun].

I remember watching some late night show (either Conan or Leno) as a kid when Mary Tyler Moore was the guest. She told the Penis Van Lesbian joke, and coming from her, it seemed like the filthiest thing in the world.

Ben Kingsley

Pet Sematary is my favorite King novel. It's such a mournful book. Gage's death is hard to take, but it's the neighbor's wife's death that got me crying every time I read the book.

You might want to practice all caps yelling about the gubbament and that damn socialist commie Obamma before you go to Yahoo news.

Oh, Aurora Boreanaz, you'd be a whole lot prettier if you smiled once in a while… ROCKABYE!

It smells like Squeeze-it fruit drinks, Crazy Bands, and regret.

It's funny. The verses of "Born This Way" put "Waterfalls" by TLC in my head. It's quite a strange nostalgia cocktail, that song.

You give me hope to carry on….
To carry on raping. Over and over again.

Yeah. He'll always be Puff Daddy to me. I live in a perpetual state of 1997 though.