Probably because of the chance of brain-eating amoebas.  Oh wait, that's neti pots.

Probably because of the chance of brain-eating amoebas.  Oh wait, that's neti pots.

Damn.  I was actually looking forward to this.  But I can't watch an "F".  I will be all over a "D-minus", but not an "F", which means not even a scintilla of camp value. 

Damn.  I was actually looking forward to this.  But I can't watch an "F".  I will be all over a "D-minus", but not an "F", which means not even a scintilla of camp value. 

Perhaps he made Chow live up to his name.

Perhaps he made Chow live up to his name.

Exactly what I was thinking. She also bought herself a giant rack, based on pictures on imdb and wikipedia.  She actually had a decent career.  Who knew?

For whatever reason, the only thing I remember about that show was a joke where the fat guy (Gummo?  Buzzo?) got turned into a dog or something… and then had to make a speech when returned to human form.  So the mother says "Gummo, don't you want to use the rostrum?"  Gummo says: "No thanks, I just went for a walk."

He is thinking of "Co-Ed Confidential 2: Spring Break!"

Oh man, I can't wait for Brandon Generator to say "poop" and "boobs".

So… the lesson here is that female child stars stay hot, and male child stars get schlumpy?

This one seemed the most chaotic ever, mostly because of the two shrill harpies they had on as guests.  Five people is too many on this show.  And the guests were intent on incessantly discussing their new NBC sitcom, and wacky behind-the-scenes stories — all of which were terrible.

"Yeah, sorry about inculcating your juvenile mind with unrealizable dreams of prince-charmings and tales of living happily ever after in giant gilded castles.  After your second divorce and the restraining order by your son, we realized that was probably a bad move."

Ha ha ha.  Good one.  There is no anime aimed toward "guys".

Also, moving to New York City in my mid-20's made me appreciate Seinfeld a lot more.

I KNOW JUST THE GUY.  HE FUCKING OWNS!  HE WILL COPY EDIT THE HOLY SHIT OUT OF YOUR PUSSY ASSES!  BUT YOU MAY HAVE TO INVEST IN SOME ADDITIONAL "SHIFT" KEYS AND EXCLAMATION POINTS!!

Hey Now!  "Wildman" Matt Wild comin' at'cha.  On the other side of the traffic report, we're gonna hear Tasha Robinson compare The Hunger Games to Lamorisse's The Red Balloon, follwed by a Rock-Block of Nickelback!

As long as he doesn't play guitar.  We should be thankful he didn't spend those eight months learning another position of the minor pentatonic scale.

This may be my favorite comment ever on AVClub.

Section 4 seems to undercut the "defense" of Sud, but yeah, she shouldn't really be included.