Sorry sir, we don't have Liter Cola.

And Carrie.

Those fascists.

Wallace Wells in the house. For life.

They'll never create anything as wonderful as You! Me! Dancing!, but I'll keep listening anyway.

Puerto Rican Chess?

Blarghgh is asshole. Why HairyHood hate?

I bet you also stand back-to-back in the middle of the room holding knives.

Really? No love for Uncle Phil? Shame, AVClub. Shame.

When are they getting back to Roy's planet?

It just occurred to me that I keep getting this movie mixed up with Swordfish, although while they're both ostensibly about computer wankery, only one has a scene in which Hugh Jackman, mid-blowjob and with a gun to his head, must successfully decrypt the homebox's firewall before he, to varying degrees of…

I dunno. I asked my friend's pet octopus whether I should buy this album, but it kept telling me Germany.

Kenny already had his Mysterion thing, which kind of counts as him having been grown up the whole time. So I guess it would have to be Kyle. Or Butters.

A nice touch.

A lot more, if they keep fucking.

Now I'm just sad that nobody foiled this foistie.

You're just mad that he didn't recognize you, with his new mustache and all.

Considering that this song is from 2007 or thereabouts, I'd say any feelings you've got are way out of date.

Saw that music coming as soon as you mentioned he was a deranged millionaire. Good to see him reprising his role from http://www.dailymotion.com/…

Three benefits, you mean.