It just seems so romantic…

Nice ass, Samson.

I would like to be taken to Booty City. I want to go to there.

Wasn't that Simmons who played the bear pelt-covered "dentist" in an uncredited cameo as well?

They have a song called "Booty City."
How is that not awesome?

I eagerly await
the inevitable Hodgman guest-appearance/mustache-off.

"So Brent's got his head stuck in this fucking table, and I could not stop pouring my flask of Knob Creek on his head between takes."

HE WHO CONTROLS THE COCAINE CONTROLS THE UNIVERSE!

Michael, in the stair-car, expecting hop-ons.

Doesn't St. Cloud have the state's highest incest rate? Food for thought…

Please understand, I hate Books-A-Million. I will never defend them. I will only explain why these situations occur.

The thing was, Blossom, that if there were no customers at the register, the cashiers had to go "alphapretty"-up a nearby section. Which means you're in a stack of books when a customer walks up with a question or purchase.

There's NOTHING funny about the Twin Cities.

@Blossom Culp: As a former Books-A-Million employee, we were sorely understaffed (that was a decade ago, tho'). And we were paid shite. Of course, we were told that our bonus came from selling, selling, SELLING those fucking membership cards.

Yet Books-A-Million keeps chugging along.
I guess all the Bible and Christian book/music sales are keeping them afloat.

I think Worf got a nice bit of karmic payoff when he dominated that Jem'Hadar royal rumble.

But we still have "In Plain Sight"
right?

I knew we should have shown her "Electro-Gonorrhea: The Noisy Killer."

But when he thought he was bookending "Double Indemnity" at the end? Magnificent.

Nordeast, Shrike! Nordeast!