My post-Blue Velvet cylinder of amyl nitrate is just collecting dust in the basement.

The park is one of three places in Denver where you *can't* buy weed.

I was still Only a Lad, but hearing it helped me learn that there was more to music than what the FM stations were playing. It became our backstage pre-show psyche-up music for high school theater.

Buzzing insects in your *pants*?!

God help anyone who forgets about the flamethrower.

I call b.s. on this story.

Aw, thanks a lot, @avclub-5b24134aa4f14037055b6814773056d4:disqus! Now I lost track of what celebrity we were mocking.

Ever have a conversation with a teen girl going through puberty while you're wearing a tie and no pants? They're all, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?!"

[turns focus-group knob to "Unbearable", sobs]

I recently found a Sega Genesis in a nostagia box and was excited to play a couple games on it. Both graphics and UI (where's the *back* button?!) were brutal, and I gave up after about five minutes.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the AV Club, do these sound like the comments of a lady who snarked ALL SHE COULD SNARK?"

Birds of Pray

You're not his only friend. But you're a little glowing friend. But really, you're not actually his friend, but you are…

There's no accounting for Mrs. Marlowe's tastes.

I started this, Deadwood, and Transparent all in the same week. Hated nearly every character in Transparent for every minute of the one episode I watched; saw two episodes of Boardwalk Empire but haven't felt compelled to go back to it; and am loyally devoted to Deadwood. Tried to grow a Bullock mustache, but it ended…

And enthusiastic to still be performing.

I believe in this case the term is "a para".

Maybe she can get away with "Stumpy Robyn".

I was saying "boo-uttsex".

*Film* the neighborhood pets, you fool! He was saying "FILM the neighborhood pets"!!!