I though Conan was from Dorchester. You know, the same neighborhood as the New Kids on the Block and House of Pain.

I can only imagine the enormous pile of cocaine that was dumped into the middle to the recording studio for that song. One of the top coke anthems of a decade that was truly THE decade of the coke anthem.

I never realized New York had such a department in it's municipality
You know, the New York City Department of Mind Fucks.
I wasn't aware of it until now. Interesting.

"Where are all the bags, honey!?"

Arsenio has summed up racial relations quite well, adhering to the "White people are named Lenny, black people are named Carl" school of sociology. I like it.

Ah! You Bastard! My fragile brain! All those Narcotics Anonymous meetings for nothing.

Some say the British accent makes him sound gay. I, however, say that the British accent convinces me that he must be real smart and that I should take his advice about vacuums and the geopolitical implications of the proliferation of NATO forces on the Horn of Africa.

The real housewives of Delaware.

Am I the only one who was scarred by the Quiznos ad a few years back that featured photo cut outs of dead mice singing about sandwiches? It's not all bad though. It was the final push I needed to stop doing so much PCP.

Due to no longer having cable, I honestly had forgotten about the existance of Carlos Mencia, and I never knew who Jeff Dunham was in the first place. What a mindfuck this edition of The Hater has turned out to be.

Yeah, I am the last internet friend to be a grammar or quote nazi, but C'MON. Is it possible to have lived through 1988 and not had that Church Lady quote seared into your brain?

What does this glass of Mountain dew look like?
No, I mean what does it REALLY look like?

I had a friend who went through a wierd phase of wanting to get together to hang out and…go get milk shakes at different ice cream shops around town. I was always wary that a circle jerk suggestion was just around the corner.

Carvey fell victim to comedy poison: fathering children and then writing jokes about how cute his kids are. Poor bastard.

As a 17 yearold at the time, I had seen few things funnier than Dana Carvey and his pal paying for things and running away cackling before said goods or services were exchanged.

All we need now is for Tarkovskys former AD to post some sort of bi-polar rant about the bible or Russians, and this thread will officially obtain clusterfuck status. Everyone should be proud of the effort they've put in so far.

I refuse to be shamed for misspelling Mormon. You hear me? I refuse.

If you find the right underage morman girl, a Kentucky waterfall can be all three of those things.

Whoa, that woman with the lady mullet
and Pat Benetar
They put the smack down on those morman bastards! Primetime Live style! Boo-ya!

So now the awkward class tension between myself and the Burger King employee can be prolonged for a few minutes while we discuss the limitless toppings for my sandwich? Fantastic.