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Inkstained Wretch
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C'mon AV Club people, where's Lola by the Kinks?

I'd go so far as to say this was probably the funniest episode so far of the entire series. Episodes that focus on Tina's geeky horniness are always the best and having Louise get caught up in it too was genius.

Fuck, yeah. From that brief four-year-or-so period when Rod Stewart didn't suck and actually made great records.

Hmm, I didn't realize Phoebe was such a slut.

Given that one of the original skits that created It's Always Sunny was Mac being attracted to a person even after he found out she was a pre-op transsexual, I'd say the Mac-is-a-closet-case theme was there from the beginning.

I've never seen Girl Happy but I know it featured the song "Do the Clam" (yes, really). The Cramps did an awesome version of it: https://www.youtube.com/wat…

I am 99% certain that the line "Rubber bullets. Honest" was cribbed from one of the Punisher's earliest appearances in Amazing Spider-Man.

The best scene in this one comes after the Jackal learns the authorities are on to him and his chances of pulling off the assassination and getting away successfully have shrunk to "slim to none." He literally stops at a crossroads where he has the opportunity to get away if he takes one road, but after thinking about

Umm, since when is this show of all shows obligated to always present a perfectly progressive viewpoint? For that matter, why does satire have to be politically correct before it can be deemed funny? As one of the other commentators noted, we've had the

What Just Happened? is the rare film that examines the movie-making process from the perspective of the moneyman. Usually all Hollywood satires have them as the bad guy, ruining things for the artist through their greed/crassness/stupidity, etc. This flick shows it from the other angle: Every artist character that

Although they still come across as greedy douches in No Regrets, Frehley's book still managed the unlikely task of making me sympathize with Simmons and Stanley. By his own telling Frehley is such a lazy, undependable "booze, blow n' hos"-first type, I could readily see how dealing with him on a regular basis must

Frehley's memoir is a less rage-filled version of Criss's in that he mostly blames himself for his fuckups, though he doesn't let Simmons and Stanley off the hook either.