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Why not through THROW in some clowns while we're at it?

Right up there for Creepiest Show Ever Shown On American Television alongside My Living Doll and Lidsville. EDIT: what was the show from this same era with the little girl whose dad was an alien, so she had special powers? That one was extra-creepy, too.

Lovitz: "She's my Bitch!"
[Tia Carrera slaps the shit out of him]

What we clearly need is a full-scale Pussy Riot!

Whoop-Whoop!

I'm from Huntington and did undergrad and graduate school at Marshall. The crew and cast were around town shooting for about two months and showed up at local restaurants and watering holes I frequent, plus I was dragged to the end-of-filming do where I was McGed. ;-)

[sighs and sets up Subterranean High Jump Bar again]

Dear God is that movie dire. And dealing with the filming was a pain in the ass.
High point: I got to meet Ian McShane, who's an interesting, funny bloke. Weirdest point: McConaughey, obviously stoned as a fruit bat, wandering aimlessly until redirected by wranglers. Low point: not managing to avoid meeting McG, who's

[Ferry Cross the Mersey is played until madness insues]

[repulsed shudder]

"Eighteen wheels and not one of 'em hit me!"

The beginning of a Black Flag song.

One of the Captain-Generals will get red-carded. They're a pair of vicious bastards, they are!

Congratulations, Franko! That is awesome news! You should go out and buy a snappy new trilby and put a 'PRESS' card in the band. ;-)

Who better to handle The Snakes, man? Marshall was a strategic and logistical genius and a damned good Secretary of State. It's always tickled me he had Carlyle and Nietzsche emigrate to the Domination. ;-)

You're going to the wrong library.

That other Pretend Country in the middle of Italy has a football club?
A third of the population must be on the team!

Also grading and organizing lecture notes.

"That's Ka-Ra-Tae, Son!"
[sneers, finger-pistols, turns and struts out door]



"Now what the fuck did he just say?"

Getting your first spammer on the A.V. Club is like when Navin gets his name and number in the phone book in The Jerk. "I'm someone now!"
Keep in mind that that led almost immediately to him being shot at be a psychopath, though. ;-)