Olly: "Do you know the language of love?"
Chester: "Yeah, it's like, 'Hey fruity lips… come home… come home with me sugar butt.'"
Olly: "You called a girl 'sugar butt'?"
Chester: "Yeah, and I keep cereal in my pocket to feed them."

Is it the local rabbit sanctuary?

"Hey Rocky, watch me pull a Nazi out of a hat!"
"Aw, but that trick never works!"

I'd prefer they keep Kurt Russell as Johnny.

I've got to say "Pastor Casket" is phonetically a really pleasing name. That could have been a character on Pushing Daisies.

Times have been tough and they already finished the second Becky, so they're rationing what's left of the smaller kids.

Or keep digging.

Between this and the Winnipeg-related newswires, we're on track for a record-setting day for this reference.

The AV Club is the number one cause of spermocephalus.

I didn't know Chelsea Peretti and Jordan Peele were dating until this review, but I remember Peele went to Sarah Lawrence. And Gina hooked up with Boyle, so maybe real life or fictional me should have gone to Sarah Lawrence.

Mmmhmm, and what is star wars?

Yep, we'd go to State Street and pick up a copy of The Onion and the Socialist Worker. Then we'd decide whether we wanted to laugh first or read The Onion.

It's bewildering how shitty things have been since then. It's been every couple of days something new and remarkably awful happens.

Plucking eyebrows while chopping onions is not the safest idea.

Is he having problems with Disqus, too?

So there's hope for us all. (Please let me hold on to this delusion.)

If only she listened when I said, "Don't Apatow, Mann!"

Yeah, Revolution really is amazing to me, but he's tough to navigate so I haven't dug too deep in his catalog yet.

C'mon, he's not that dumb. He builds them out of inflammable pajamas.

It's too bad, but not that surprising. The guy's a talented nut. Revolution Dub is such a great album that him belching a solo makes it worse, when it'd improve most albums.