Oh, shit. I missed my Human Sexuality final.

I was watching some old Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea TV show episodes the other day. Was Richard Basehart sober for one scene in that show?

He is rubber and you're glue.

Don't forget that Nick Offerman can go fuck himself with that schtick of his, too.

She does look a lot like that dog in the image.

Not me!

Ooh. I saw some when I lived in North Dakota for a while. It was weird. Because we're used to seeing clouds in the sky that move kind of slow, the aurora seems to move incredibly fast. And I swear you can hear it. I don't know how.

Babe Pig in the City?

He's a nonthreatening black man.

"Well, Mr. President, it's the bees and spiders again!"

Sleeping with the fishes.

SAY IT DON'T SPRAY IT!

I'm not sure which of my half-dozen personas all drag along.

And the Range.

I want to see Bill Murray and Tom Hanks fight it out.

Mercedes Rule.

Ol' "Two Pack" Cusack

Reminds me of an ancient New Yorker cartoon where an old man in an old jalopy is yelling at somebody he obviously just asked directions from: "I know it's Broadway, but what town!?"

WAAAAAAAALT!

If she wins, can I have it? I'm still pissed off at Sesame Street acing me out.