I saw Rick Flair on 'The Morning After' this evening, and something inside of me died (then farted). DAMN YOU REALITY!

I should want to cook him a simple meal, but I shouldn't want to cut into him, to tear the flesh, to wear the flesh, to be born unto new worlds where his flesh becomes my key. 
It took me nine seconds to find this transcribed, to cut, to paste, to post, and to bless the internet for its infernal majesty. Why do I now…

1/17.5th of the the way in, and I jumped ahead to make stupid comments.

Atlas sharted.

My pitch for a reality show: An unemployed, possibly psychotic loner lives in a shack in the woods, and virulent self-loathing causes him to perform atrocious acts upon himself and others. Editing will make it barely palatable and quasi-legal.

Mr. Falcon be so cra-zay!

ELP told me that you have to be a hole to be holy. I might be confused about that; if so, I'll be crying tomorrow.

Doesn't the equal time rule require that NBC produce a miniseries based on 'The Book of the Subgenius'?

Thanks for sharing - this is actually a possiblity.

Question: I have recently had the occasional dream which was substantially different than a 'normal' dream (however strange). Basically, it is an extremely detailed, ever-changing vision of pure exquisiteness - a semi-lucid dream of an insane person. Pervaded by psychotically beautiful music, and a complete absence of…

Little known fact: The 'puppet' Mike Rutherford was actually the actual Mike Rutherford.

Why does the AVClub take weekends off? It's not like I take the weekend off from drinking. I need to post pointless comments about something, and I'm too lazy to look elsewhere. There is the occasional TV Club entry, but commenting on TV show critiques is beneath me. I need fresh, original content to poop on.

What's next - a MONORAIL?

Да, сэр, мистер Дуди! Сюда, г-н Дуди!

I used to think that Comedy Central would be over once once Penn left. Not sure that I was wrong.

Let's Be Natural. Which is wrong, because the song is actually in De natural (much like Deear Prudence, which it is).

One Halloween at work, I dressed up as Mr. Gumby (declaring "My brain hurts" ad nauseum). One person got it - that was enough.

I have no idea what this is about, so I am going to stop right here because comment flagged for review. Which is a shame, because comment flagged for review.

Official lyrics say 'Ball'.

Where is the movie about Roger Dean? And where is my Penis Landscape poster? I can't find it - it could be anywhere. Or everywhere.