Bricking Bad.

Honey Bunches of Its

The James Harden Story?

Selachophobia.

I disagree. I think it's a very good game, but I think SuperMarioKart is the best game ever.

You're not my real dad so stop telling me what to do!

Eight year olds, Dave.

Just because she named her kid Pepper Steak?

Hold on. Dick York. Dick Sargent. Sergeant York. Woah, that's weird.

I'm with you, I barely know any of the characters names, but luckily I have all of you fine people to remind me who is who. Like Locke.

Pod people got no reason to live.

Ooooh, TROPICAL.

Serious this time…

Thank you for your service.

Frank Perconte: Hey, George.

He was an interior decorator? His house looked like shit.

*uproarious laughter, then applause, all via laugh track*

I love the story about the moment John Fogerty finally started playing his CCR music again. He was at a show as a spectator, a who's who of rock legends, and eventually was pulled onstage and played with them. Eventually, they suggested they play a Creedence song, and John refused, as he had for years. Bob Dylan…

One major point for me, that no one has mentioned (unless I missed it)…

Honest to blog.