God's gift to comedy is, obviously, Rita Rudner.

No Conglaturation for you, then.

Half of the Altered Beast script is already finished, too.

GET ME A SHRUBBERY!

Any true Canadian knows you're supposed to END your comments with "eh."

Exhibit A through X: Freakin' Memento.

Loved "Catherine Moves On," loved her drive-bys here, and loved the episode I can't fully recall at the moment where she and Lisa are standing together in the ladies' room and Lisa says that some inter-office strife shouldn't make them turn on each other.

Blow me, Hatin. Use teeth at your discretion.

Even being straight, I can't think of a film that would hurt if it had a giant blue cock tossed in now and again.

Spinach's comment, in conjunction with hot dogs' reply, is the funniest thing I've seen so far today.

That I had to look up at your comment nine times while typing this sentence refutes that claim, GH. Or confirms a blunt head trauma in my recent past it smells like burning in here.

All right, I'll try.

Um… you've got a… is that a piece of scrambled… egg?… right there… no, a little more to the left…

(resumes listening to Wichita Lineman on his earbuds)

MAYHEM!

Good points, Lazers.

Well, then, I guess I'm a douche. I'll not apologize for being intelligent.

Oh, great, now my monocle tastes like Everclear and eggnog!

But Michael Jackson know fear? A thousand times no!

This is my sipping mayo.