That guy that keeps yelling over the music is getting on my nerves. Whodat?

I hope this doesn't cause the tiny fat Mexican man to lose his spark. That diminutive dude just crackles with brilliance. Chuy. his name is Chuy.

This puny, sad world just couldn't contain all of us and Chris Farley. It was either him or us. Ditto John Belushi. And Jimi Hendrix. And Ernest Borgnine, master of wartime hi-jinx, and gruff, ill prepared co-rafter with Homer, Ned, and the Junior Campers.

"Unless you want to ride the coattails of your more talented kinfolk."

Are reports of Dan's death premature because that would be embarrassing? Get it? That's a sly reference to inadequate male sexual performance. Hysterical. No doubt you've all already ejaculated great big gooey gobs of laughter.

That sure is one hirsute moon.With all that hair the Moon will be howling at the wolves.

Well, sit your clever loving ass down. Ha!

Oh! I thought he was saying "Hoo, hoo. Hoo, hoo."

He has that same look whenever he goes to the waxing salon.

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*Fart*

I glued one of my solid gold bars down the left hand side of my screen to mark the top level thread. It's a simple, elegant solution.

Oooh, solid burn, a7x Fan.

Obamacare! I should know, I'm the website chief engineer.

Evidently, you were reading the version that starred Charles Bronson.

He said "You unsexy motherfucker."

Seems like a lot of work. I just hired Seal Team 6 to break & enter into the artists' homes and deliver them to my house and have them perform for me. Prince was surprisingly elusive. Seal Team 6 are a surprisingly talented Reggae band. "No Woman No Cry…"

I'm pretty sure you can't even buy a radio in Radio Shack. It's just a cover, a front for the black market Filipino House Boy trade.

The Coors Light is the clincher. Chilling.

Or for a Pyramid.