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Funny — in the Ben Stiller Show commentary, they also go off on one of the background extras because of her egregious mugging in several of the shots.

Oprah?
More like Orca. Am I right?!

I think even the writer would admit his theory was 100% bullshit from the get-go.

The Ratings Man
Is one of the more delightfully absurd sketches from the series, and Jay Johnston's gun-wielding Santa kidnapper with his old-timey vernacular is probably my favorite of all his characters.

Office?
More like "Orifice". Am I right?

My phone is the best. It has an extra-long spiral cord and one of those retractable shoulder rest dealies, which allows me to yak it up with my homies and, at the same time, whip up a heart-healthy treat for the kids! Plus, it has these neat push-buttons on the front instead of the old-fashioned rotary dial, so it's

I'm with you on the apple hate, Bitter.

I don't know who Jeremy Licht is, but I'm guessing from context that he played one of Jason Bateman's younger brothers from the Valerie/Hogan Family show.

One of the all-time great SNL sketches. The way Phil Hartman hits the word "leagues" just kills me every time.

I can't wait for the Saturday morning cartoon spin-off
The Madcap Adventures of Pedey and Dr. Stitch.

Human Centipede 3: Back End Training

Switch.

I always confuse David Gordon Green with David Alan Grier.
Except for those times I confuse Joseph Gordon-Levitt with David Gordon Green.

Nathan is so black he makes a Hershey's Special Dark look like a Zagnut.

I'd completely forgotten about that character! Did he do that on Weekend Update? It's kind of an early ancestor of Fred Armisen's rambling topical comic Weekend Update bit.

Fuck Ang Lee.

Rumor has it she keeps a portrait of herself, hideously aged and decaying, locked up in her attic at all times.

If you want a lovely picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on Russel Brand's face — forever.

BLORT!
I still remember when Don Martin moved over to Cracked sometime in the early 90s. Which is kind of like if Roger Clemens had quit the Red Sox and signed on with the NY Yankees, or something.

You know who the *real* creep is?