Fuck, the premise alone is horrible.

Ooo! Does Jim get get shot in his driveway in a Very Special episode?!? I'd Tivo that shit!

My wife and I are catching Patton at his show in Minneapolis next month. I'm doing all I can to avoid his new act until then. Damn! (And he'd better have some fucking new material!) Until then, I recommend 222 the 2-disc set that was boiled down to Feelin Kinda Patton. The raw crap the cut out has some juicy bits!

Temperature-sensitive ink is nothing new, but the thing is: if the can is cold enough to change the ink, then don't you think you could tell it was cold by touching the damn thing? I mean, FUCK!

When done correctly, Twitter is merely a recent incarnaton of the BBS, IRC, newsgroups, forums, blog comments, etc. that we have always had within the interwebs—in other words pretty much the same shit we're doing now, just with a per-post character limit and no real threading (unless you use some 3rd party apps). …

Aw, fuck! It took me this long to realize my fucking typo, yo! Someone kill me with an ice pick…

HAHAHA!

zing!

You Pep! What you wanna do?

You should try following his twitter feed (@shockozulu). It's like the ramblings of a mescaline-addled college sophomore with a book of quotes. Quite funny actually, just not as he intends. Rob Corddry (@robcorddry) on the other hand, is often hilarious with the quips and tweets.

Peanuts? Seriously?
OK, anything pre-1985 is decent and heartfelt (maybe) but christ, in the latter years you could see the guy going downhill. The strips lose any semblance of story and just sound (and look) like the ramblings of a lobotomite.

My then-7-year-old daughter liked to watch it and it was one of very few kids shows that my wife and I could stand and we came to enjoy it too. Mostly well-written and with actual character development(!) And I actually *prefer* that it is "neutered anime." Genuine anime gets awfully tiresome to my eyes. Just a…

Bedazzled has its moments, tho. Like Liz Hurley in schoolgirl's outfit. Or Liz Hurley in a bikini. Or Liz Hurley in a … ahhhh…

"A smart fella could put his leg up on such a thing!"

"You traded the *bluesmobile* for a microphone?!? … I could see that."

"They still owe you money, fool!"
"We'll… uh… talk to Bob."
"They prob'ly got SCMODS."

Disco pants and haircuts!

I weep for you…

Can we call it "Cambot"? No? Oh, well… *skulks away*

You were lucky to have GHB! The best we could manage was a sock full of dimes against the back of the neck and we were lucky!