Prove it, Ding-dong!

The first rule of First Club: Don't talk about First Club!
The second rule of First Club: Canceraids!

I've seen my dog greedily eat her own poo. Not much dignity going on there.

@avclub-fc79ab52a86965408d9a2cfd13fcef69:disqus , I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm glad that those idiots who bullied you weren't able to rob you of your sense of humor.

I believe it's illegal in most states to do ass stuff to a poodle.

I think it mostly felt dated because John Carter referred to all of the Martians as "darkies."

It's actually the Tiger Mom behind the door. The protagonist opens it, and Tiger Mom yells at him for not taking his piano lessons seriously.

It was also wonderful reminscent of their "Jeff's dumb, gay dad" tete-a-tete in the episode with Pierce in the hospital. I love it when Jeff and Britta argue.

Little Maddyson Nevaeh just loves it when the drunken, shirtless meth-heads come out of their trailers and scream at the police. Reminds her of daddy! She always asks, "When will the police come for Daddy again?" I do love toddlers!

Women — Amirite?

Mon dieu, middle school was the absolute worst.

"Varney is a host in the Chris Hardwick mode, eager and engaged at all times, sometimes almost to a fault…"

I wouldn't mind seeing a nice Rorshach print wedding dress. Child psychologists need glamor too!

Set phasers to Love Me!

Bring me a switch!

She and Troy have both had complete revamps since the first few episodes, and now they're two of the most consistently hilarious characters on the show. The writers are really playing to the actors' strengths. Smart writers!

I was sad that she went through with marrying him. Yeah, they have a long past and three kids, but what he said to her was ugly.

That's the only ad I remember. Terrifying monster cardigan is terrifying.

Just remember: In 100% of all fake gun shootings, the victim is always the one with the fake gun!

I thought he was about to launch into a Raul Duke impression when he first got up to speak.