The Drizzler?

Deep Cover?

It's a lowest-common-denominator remark from a moron. The only humor is in the internal struggle to determine if the uttterer is actually a moron or only plays one on the Internet. And I believe I have ruined a weak jape now with an explanation. Sorry.

How about 20th-century zombies trying to stave off an overwhelming future?

I remember seeing Michael Berryman at the grocery store when I lived in Malibu. Almost as strange as Larry Hagman in full Samurai regalia standing at the checkout counter with some cheese and a six-pack.

There used to be gods here

Don Stroud comes pretty close.

Something I would scrape off my shoe, probably.

who is it?

Don't get me started on The Island of Real.

It's snot. It's mine.

Trolling for a Prophecy comeback? Sh-twang!

He's my manscaper.

Maybe more Like Matthew Kellogg? Only high?

I lurve Sam Russo.

So, stop already.

Tartar? Tartare? I get it!

That's good stuff!

Howzat?

The event that ultimately gave us the Kardashian's needs to be remembered this way.