Even though I don't mind the gore of either show, I really couldn't stand that ultra-gory beached whale scene from last night's Family Guy. And I thought my hangover would be the worst part of my morning.

I still contend that "BAGBOY" was worse than any of the tracks on either EP.
But unfortunately someone who isn't me found a way to make "BAGBOY" even worse than it already was:

Even The Mountain Goats' "The Best Death Metal Band Out of Denton" is closer to the genre of death metal than "Breakin' the Law."

I think they added the Uzi just so the set would qualify for a 12+ rating. Interestingly, there is little overlap between the age groups of this set and others. Most LEGO sets are labeled ages 5-12 for some puzzling reason.

You mean Consuela? The only big fat black Jamaican woman I can remember from Family Guy was Cleveland's psychic cousin from "Peter's Progress," one of the first truly bad FG episodes (FG has a bad track record with season finales).

I don't trust cranberry beverages that aren't made by Ocean Spray.

"Hm… didn't my father have a secretary named Elsa?"

What kind of hipster would compulsively commit each track listing of every single The O.C. soundtrack to memory?

I heard Peter Gabriel's "Solsbury Hill" on the radio while I was driving to the real Solsbury Hill.

Only I didn't say "Fudge." I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash" word!

Ralphie, get off the stage, sweetheart.

Doughty himself summed up this recording perfectly on his contribution to the Future Soundtrack for America:
"Dumb, dumb, dumb, move on, move on."

Even then, their evening doesn't get too weird until they remember Steven Seagal's 4/20/91 hosting of SNL.

KKK?! That's not good…,

Such an underappreciated record, even with all the hype it gets. When's the last time "Car Thief" or "Stop That Train" got its due? It's hard to hate a track that invents a drink called Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale.

"2000 Man" was a brilliant ending song for Bottle Rocket and it also helped me realize that the critics of the Stones' psychedelic period never had a touch to lose, man.

Disco bag schleppin' and you're doin' the bump-ah!

They should also rename the Bronx Zoo the "Brooklyn Zoo."

He's one of the worst students we've got.

I need to read more Carl Barks comics. For far too long I've been settling for the poor man's alternative: the comic strips on Donald Duck Orange Juice cartons.