For the first time, the lack of "Faith" (in the Limp ones) is seen as a virtue in America.

For the first time, the lack of "Faith" (in the Limp ones) is seen as a virtue in America.

Of course not. They come from the land of chocolate.

Of course not. They come from the land of chocolate.

To dust off an old chestnut, "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELIE TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!"

(Furling my scarf) "And that's the end of that chapter…."

And the usage of Hot Chip's "Boy from School" in the opening scene was pretty cool as well.

But, what I will always remember is that one early-season episode where that guy was selling "VCRRRRRRRRRes" from the back of the truck.

Hard to resist swatting at low-hanging fruit.

That "There were plenty of fish in the sea…" bit was amusing.

With Adam… well, it gives (even more) a Castro District feel to the band's name.

"Stock prices will rrrrrrrrrrrise!"

Smash Mouth? Awesome? Awesomely awful, maybe.

When Carson Daly was a DJ at KOME (at the San José, CA's KROQ sister station), he would hang out at the Cactus Club (the one club that would beat San Francisco in regards to the bands that played there,) and yeah, he sure was a Summer's Eve. Also, he's responsible for Smashmouth getting known… that has to be a…

The reason they pulled the shirt: After listening to "Unknown Pleasures", Disney execs were aghast, wondering to themselves, "this does not sound like Songs of the South".

I am waiting to read a Nathan Rabin-penned series about Kidz Bop…

Back in my day, Lionsgate was known more for films like Pi—when it was competing with Artisan Entertainment, before buying them out and putting out visual abortions like Tyler Perry movies. That's the way it was, AND I LIKED IT!

Not even Mexican Milhouse liked ¡Rob! In fact, it made him sugar his own churro with tears.

And soon, they will start a rivalry with fellow Oklahoman (and VD petri dishes) dude-bro rockers Hinder for a trophy made of Natty Ice boxes and Marlboro boxes.

I'm avoiding these movies like I avoid that cute indie chick with a cold sore on her lip. Just now, I am barely recovering from the hatchet job Gwyneth Paltrow and Huey Lewis did to that Smokey Robinson classic…