And Cleveland, you're on the air.

And Cleveland, you're on the air.

I think we can all agree, when it comes to the fine art of folk rock, the Goldsmith brothers finally got it right. Wollongong, you're on the line.

Some breaking news here, gang: Scientists have apparently discovered a form of life that's even dumber and less insightful than my shriveled, 90-year-old, liver spot-riddled pecker. East Shadizar, it's your call.

I think we can all agree, professional football has got to get its act together already if it wants to make any money in this country. Otisburg, your call.

The only trouble with The Tommyknockers is that it won not a single award. Clamsford, you're on the line.

When it's all said and done, gang, one of the greatest figures of the 20th Century has got to be Robert Wagner.

The more I think about it, the more I love chicken.

If you can watch just one movie before you die, there's no question about it: It should be Dean Koontz's masterful Mr. Murder.

I don't care what anybody else says, I'm nuts about this show. 
And HOUston… you're on the line.

and Columbus, you're on the line

Worse yet: Superior-minded people who judge others based on something so inconsequential as their taste in pop culture — an expenditure of mental energy and time that's arguably even more wasteful than waiting in line for a Twilight movie.