Dexter: Dexter

Again, it’s like poetry, so that they rhyme. Every release date kind of rhymes with the last one.

"P.J.! I like that, do you know I do! Hiss, put it on my luggage."

At least the niners won't be boring.

Yes to Bucco Bruce … No to the orange cream nightmare.

Please … I didn't mix them. I'm not a Bills fan.

"Let's see … they're going to throw Hail Mary. Who's a tall, speedy guy on our team who's good at catching jump balls?"

He'll be fine. He just received the most adorable pep talk from a group of first-graders, and he'll be kicking indoors next year.

It's Old Norse for "I am in great pain, please help me."

"TANNY! THROW A TOUCHDOWN PASS!"

I was at the Vikes vs. Seahawks game, and it totally looked like Walsh made it from my POV … even though my view was blocked … and I was sitting at the worst possible angle … and I spent the entire morning drinking Jameson and Fireball … and my glasses were at LensCrafters … BUT I SAW IT GO THROUGH.

Glad you're back.

Curb-stomped by the Man Who is Awfully Proud of his Bulletproof Legs.

Curt Henning vs Master P … that was when I completely gave up on WCW.

Bossa Nova will return, but we gotta wait for fourth wave ska to run its course.

That's like saying "your dipshit racist redneck uncle happens to be smarter than your dipshit burnout teenage cousin."

I was 14. Jar Jar's shtick: I didn't care and wasn't bothered by it for some strange reason … but the second I saw Greg Proops' two-headed announcer, I was like "Fuck this! This isn't Star Wars!"

Directed by Lars von Trier.

I'd engage you further on this subject, but I have to replace my barf-soaked keyboard.

It'll still be better than Prince of Thieves.