That's also one of the many reasons to love Malcolm in the Middle.

Watching the preview was enough for me to catch something that took two rounds of amoxycillin to cure.

Sounds like your imaginary daughter needs to get outside for some exercise.

Lego guy: "Then, I added some fins to lower wind resistance. And this racing stripe here I feel is pretty sharp."
A.V. Club: "Agreed. Great Job, Internet!"

I believe that's the name of the Squiggy Newsletter romantic advice column.

Slight pain in the ass (not as bad as a doubleplus cavity search) where you have remember to register the new number with every airline you fly. And some (ex. Frontier) don't participate in the program.

Love in a Thingamabobber is an underrated late-80's hit.

I had sympathetic flop sweat, waiting for Lydon to blow up at an unwelcome question.

Why must you be such a Nyehilist?

@avclub-749a8e6c231831ef7756db230b4359c8:disqus's work here is done.

[sets alert for thread, hoping to soon see Doc naked]

I once snarked nine times in one day during high school. Ah, youth.

Which half? "i take comfort that i'm not the only one who hears and sees fake things" or "sees fake things and gets mad about them"?

In the No Unwashed Homers clubhouse/ice cream parlor.

You could probably shift forward or backward a spot on the respective albums for each song on this list and still have an excellent Power Hour.

Evitable Job, Internet!

He had some dreams. They were clouds in the comments. Clouds in the comments.

Right-side up, or upside down?

Make love to, instead of eating, prey.

Loud, clumsy, oafish orange predator whose feeble arms ultimately prove to have a very limited reach. Preys exclusively on the weakest little dinosaurs. Poops *everywhere*.