I know. They could have mentioned his four Superbowl wins or something.

If the Piranha Plant is not still in the tube, is it alive or dead?

Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm, no.

I vividly recall a segment that wound up with Beth Littleford in her bra. Why not that?

Robert Frost did it first:

Pretty sure a couple of those had the "stop" as the very last note, which makes it less of a "pause" and more of an "end."

It wasn't until I watched this that I realized the irony in it: it isn't him she's looking for because she's *blind*! She's not "looking for" anybody! Man, I never realized this video had so many layers.

Using cellphones gives you cancer. Using them in a dark place is worse, giving you cancerAIDS. Alamo Drafthouse doesn't want its patrons to get cancerAIDS because all the fluids that leak out of you as you die horribly makes the seats really difficult to clean.

Hey, did any of you see that movie "Tron"?

Just imagine: if Cat Power married Cat Stevens…

Your post was insightful and honestly self-searching, but it also started off with unearned informality and crams too many ideas into a single sentence. It earns a B-, although longtime Megara Justice Machine fans would probably consider it a solid B.

Damn straight! What would America be without Chris Poehler? The midi orchestration on 2007's "The Dukes" would have been far less impressive without his expert tutelage, that's for sure!

*raises hand*

And when Randall is on the phone with the video distributor, he's ordering perfectly normal films for 10 minutes. It's a laugh riot!

Because then "Ghostbusters" wouldn't make any sense. It would be a lot of Ernie Hudson delivering exposition to himself as the ECTO-1 drove itself autonomously across the 59th St. Bridge.

Sounds like Smokey & the Bandit II.

Yeah! And then they should show that the derailing of her political career allows an upstart young community organizer to win the Senate seat that she would otherwise have been likely to win, thus allowing that community organizer to then run for President and win, and then he makes everyone on the show get gay…

Today … today
I consider myself … self
The swaggiest G … g
In the motherfucking hood, yo.

You don't need a billion. It's my understanding that you only need 50 million Elvis fans to have absolute metaphysical certainty.

I like to pretend that this is the end of just one song being performed live, with lots of those little false ending blasts.