"Because, without beer, things do not seem to go as well." -from the diary of some monk around the turn of the century used in the promotional materials of Free State Brewing Co. of Lawrence, KS.

Japanese People Eating Grapes? That is pretty weird.

I went to high school with a guy who would say "I'm off like a prom dress" every time he was leaving anywhere. This was a guy who most assuredly never got laid. Just like most of us.

His Holiness has taken the lord's name in vain again, folks. If he can't follow the fuckin' 10 Commandments, what chance do the rest of us have?

Look, Jose Peterson, he thinks he's people!

What about Alien Catholicism?

Ahhh, Wipeout. The "Ow, My Balls!" of our time.

Now there's a hefty fuckin' fee.

Says the guy from Houston. I have no idea if you're fat, but Houston's pretty much always on those "America's fattest cities lists."

Don't be such a crimini. There's plenty of room.

Amen, different people like different things. And I fucking hate pumpkin beers. But they're pretty easy to avoid. I'd also try a mushroom beer just out of sheer curiosity.

Would you say they are two great tastes that do not taste great together?

Manuel showed that he might have a knack for improv props, as demonstrated by turning the banana into a dentist's drill.

The chicken cannon was my biggest laugh as well. I also liked that they called back to it when Arturo was running things on his own.

I was recently at a charity fund-raiser that sells thousands of records, audio equipment and the like. The comedy section was choc full of Cosby records and I only saw one Carlin record, "Class Clown," which I didn't buy because I already have it.

You know, like, the editorial.

Kansas City's airport would indeed suck if it's just a layover spot. Because it's so small and has absolutely nothing to offer in the way of bars/interesting restaurants/scenery or anything like that. But it's awesome if it's your first or last stop because it's almost never busy and you can get to your gate or from…

Didn't I see you standing on the corner of 12th St. and Vine

While there are definitely recognizable differences in regional styles of barbecue, people who get all high and mighty about any one style being the best or worst are fucking weird and need to get over themselves. It's all good.

I'm pretty sure people of all sexual persuasions have been using beer to flip mens' meat for centuries.