I hate to not argue with Señor Bagofcrap, but he's not wrong.

You can't argue with good chord progressions.

Flower guy wasn't too bad either.

How do we know he doesn't?

Dawes.

Something something cervix.

"Muggles" used to be slang for pot back in the Jazz Age.

WoOoOoOoOoOoOo!

Just tell him to stay away from race cars.

Until the 70s, women usually married the guy they thought would be able to support them best, not the one they were most attracted to.  This has something to do with Peggy Olson I think.

There's no such thing a a soul-mate or "The One".  There are only varying degrees of compatibility. The concept of Fate is something we create to remove responsibility for attaining our own happiness.

The advice makes much less sense when you've taken an Ambien.  I think he's trying to say closeted teens should date celebrity bears.

Sigh…..SURPRISE, SURPRISE, SURPRISE!

How many people must die before these brutal and immoral storage wars end?!?!

Until next week's ratings come in that is.

And if he had been, we might not be in this mess right now.

Ugh.  This was rough.

"Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand" might count if the chorus hadn't just been a B.B. King song.

Even Terence Trent D'Arby had "Sign Your Name."

Only reason why I saw the last one.