"I TRIED butter, the ring won't come off!"

Robin Quivers convinced him.

"It's a load bearing couch."

"Also, my iron suit protects me from my allergies to mohair and quail down."

Well, you KNOW, the ooze DID come from aliens, trapped on earth when their spaceship crash landed here. It's in the source material. You KNEW!

Welp, I think it's time I pack it in, too. Maybe this pop culture stuff is a younger person's game after all. Have loved and larded the site since those heady pre-laptop/college computer workroom days. But when your peers go, so to should you. And so, may the byliners get younger and the content stay everfresh. A.V.…

These are the two episodes that flipped my switch. Home, out of work, watching afternoon GG reruns on the Family Channel, annoyed at first by all the elevated, whipcrack banter. And then comes the Christmas episode, and the underlying family dynamics felt so truthful and bruised and truthfully bruised. And then the…

Correction: half-troll. My dad was a goblin.

Dear David Shields (who will not be reading this),
You're not interested in or inclined towards writing novels. Fine. Grand. It's just not your thing. It doesn't light your fire. I've read your fiction. You're right, most of it's dead on the page. The fact is, you're a good enough writer who isn't so good at fiction.…

He typically parks his van near Edgemont and Finley, just north of Franklin Ave. Feel free to leave your demo tape under a wiper, or relieve the tires of their air.

Knope.

Repackaging repackaged packages? Thanks!

"All sales are final."

We've had a lot of fun here today, but muscular dystrophy is no laughing matter.

We've had a lot of fun here today, but muscular dystrophy is no laughing matter.

Hyuk hyuk…

Hyuk hyuk…

That's what YOU call it. I call it Mars.

That's what YOU call it. I call it Mars.

And shove it!