That's definitely the problem. I didn't mean to disparage the artists I mentioned; I like ABBA too (and most of the time I like The Carpenters and John Denver. But Barry Manilow, I'll see you in Hell!), but you'd think the only tune they ever released was that "I Believe in Angels…" song if you worked in my office.

@avclub-23a7d6e6d912bb3b2bc8d16576333d27:disqus , my pithy line aside, it's mostly fear for me that keeps me from wanting kids. LOT o' autism (like screaming, nonverbal, violent autism) in the boys in my family, and lots of suicide-causing bipolar disorder in the girls. We're a meaty stew of mental illness. The…

My bosses play some satelite Oldies station at my job, and it's amazing to me how few songs are in rotation. I'm destined to hear at least one song (and generally the same song) by The Carpenters, ABBA, Barry Manilow (whom I've learned to despise with intensity usually reserved for pedos and animal torturers), and…

Salad! No, wait! Soup! SOUP!

That's good to know for when I need a new frock to wear to Jeffrey's country club!

It's not just you. His fashion was much more ambitious and interesting (imo) the first time around.

His Austin was quite good too. Maybe he does have talent after all…

Couldn't they just make a sequel to Rango instead? That was probably the best Western of the last decade.

The bird does speak, but it's mostly racist jokes about the Japanese.

No need to apologize for that. :-D

"I don't always drink alone, but when I do, I prefer to be naked and sobbing hysterically." - The Most Interesting Man in the World.

My husband and I decided to go the imaginary baby route too. We're calling the child "Ten Hours of Sleep a Night."

Don't you mean Spider Man 2's Joel McHale?

AV Club won't be happy until all the Community fans will have had nervous breakdowns and become addicted to Adderall.

Your friend is a hermaphrodite!

That line just killed me. (Mostly because that's something I would have thought to myself in my over-achiever college days.)

Not really, but whenever he gets any sort of take-out meal, he's required to yowl, "WHAT'S IN THE BOX? WHAT'SINTHEBOX???"

You fiend!

The artist's Lisbeth looks like someone who would find creative ways to give you Hep C.

Dikachu, I think I love you. (No Homo!… wait, maybe a little Homo)