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Song for the Dead is the one to beat, but Someone's in the Wolf, Feel Good Hit of the Summer, Turnin' On the Screw, The Blood is Love and No One Knows are all up there.

@@avclub-6e3b2cb658a36cff9d66c3371c46c4a6:disqus: My thoughts exactly. Extreme homophobia isn't joined at the hip to sexual repression. I'd wager that among the world's population of homophobes, there are many, many more straight people (and I mean straight as in < 2 on the Kinsey scale) than gays in denial.

Everything about the idea of gerbiling sounds too far out to be believable. Never mind the inherent cruelty of it and the scant possibility of such a small animal surviving the pre-stuffing mutilation and making it into the receiver's bunghole on its own. It sounds like an obscene amount of trouble for maybe a

The Golden Agouti Gerbil.

A cat my family had when I was growing up got hit at that same age. He made it through the night, but he was busted up something bad (my dad has gone on record as saying that the first thing he heard when he went by the vet's office the morning after was the cat screaming; I will leave the rest up to the community's

Seconded. Being that as it may though, she's more than welcome to tie me up and sodomize me with a dildo any time she likes.

I could go either way. It's wildly inconsistent at best outside of Cannonball, but you could do worse. If you can find it for three bucks or less (not hard), go for it.

Including the entirety of Pod?

The found-footage conceit seems to lend itself most easily to horror movies, and to a lesser extent documentaries. but it has been used for other genres (i.e. Project X, Chronicle) and will be in the future. Not that anyone, to my knowledge anyway, has ever managed to do a whole film found-footage style and not end up

I agree with @avclub-2b7cfd7706986f9e0f3e067df9705ba9:disqus. Other than that, your synopsis might have legs, even if it drifts into excuse-plot territory.

Indeed. William Carlos Williams was a fucking master.

Five Ways to Kill a Man by Edwin Brock is one I've always liked. It's got a snarky air to it that would make Sean O'Neal proud.

WHO WAS COLLECTING JIZZ IN A BUCKET
HE STOOD ON A ROCK
AND WHIPPED OUT HIS COCK
AND TOLD HIS STEPDAUGHTER TO SUCK IT

Ain't no fun (waitin' round to make a pun).

Either a glitch in the system or an attempt to change to a new layout that, for whatever reason, the folks in charge backpedaled on.

It's a toss-up between Here Comes a Regular or Within Your Reach.

I'm not in love with this system but I can at least deal with it. The newer one, however, can die in a fire.

That's another older show I've been curious about. I don't remember much of anything about the cartoon itself, but I had two of the talking Teddy Ruxpins as a youngster. And I'm sorry to say that neither one made it past the early '90s. Those things were fragile (lots of machinery, precious little stuffing) and I was

Um, work?

Agreed, with reservations. For every toon that stands the test of time (though they're not the only ones, I'm thinking of DiC's Heathcliff, Muppet Babies and the original TMNT*), there's another that's got nothing but the hot breath of nostalgia propping it up (*cough*He-Man*cough*) or long forgotten for good reasons