And Darrell Hammond? Frankly he was a terrible performer, just one of the worst. Everyone agrees with me on that. He's also maybe Muslim.

I assume every interaction with David Lynch feels like a dream, and usually a scary one.

[tosses microphone; walks away in rain; pauses; turns back] It's too bad he won't rap! But then again, who does?

How is that different from lacrosse?

Now that you mention it, he did have a very strange pronunciation of "Disqus".

It's one of my go-to "ah, screw it" choices on Netflix.

Are you saying I didn't need to pay $150 for a Commentor License when the Disqus Inspector came by the office yesterday?

No bodies, souls, weapons, or outside food or drink. Staff will be checking bags (and body bags).

We can both be two things!

The Gene Parmesan of cities.

A.V. Club

"Bringing the camera to North Bend" is a great euphemism for something dirty. I'm just not sure what.

"Third time's the charm!"

Both become more tightly held under duress?

"Smithers, are the Truffelberries booing those bootlegged movies?"
"Uh, no, they're saying boo-oze, boo-oze!"

There was an exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago in the late 1980's/early 90's. One of the pieces was a purple velvet dress that hung high up on the wall with the lower half extended down for several feet. I stared at that thing for almost an hour, and came back to it again later in the visit. It…

Nice try, spambot, but Darijan Sabor Le Treuit was a guest on the *last* Toro Y Moi album.

An old, pre-smartphone job hosted an annual conference that we had to travel to (it moved around to random cities) for a full week. We could expense movies on our hotel bill, and it was discreetly implied that if you needed some porn to wind down from the 12-hour day, you could expense that once in a while too.

Liberace.

She's the "Mister Maaaan? Mister Maaaaan?" lady?