"I'm'a sit back, watch y'all rub it iiiin / read Cosmo girl, it's good fa ya skiiiin"

Terminal Mouth Infection. Tripartite Molecular Inflammation. Tensile Marmoset Intercourse. Tubercular Mediated Iguanas. Torqued Mecca Infiltrators. Trained Malleable Imps. Televisual Marmoset Impellers. Toreadors Made Infertile. Teabgaggers Mongering Illfatedly. Torn Meniscus Ignition. …

You mean "aren't"? Because that guy notes that he'd rather be blinded than watch it again.

The Prisoner's premise is lookin' California. But this thread's got me feelin' Minnesota. Aw, ish.

As long as you can shotgun a can of Natty Lite, wear a baseball cap backwards, make a bong out of a potato, and have sex with a passed-out sororiwhore, there will be Maxim.

Yeah, definite dittos all around, especially Juice in that scene: no weird-ass lightning bolt hair, vulnerable, in a hospital bed, looking more or less like a normal guy, earnestly reminding the club VP who patched him in that he needs to get his shit straight and live up to what it means to be a Son. (All the more…

It's not that it's out of character, it's perfectly in character … because recall that, during the episode in which everyone gets sick with the flu and Liz gets a flu shot after telling everyone she won't because there aren't enough to go around, Kenneth speaks perfect French when Liz tells him he's feverishly…

What's interesting is watching Sunny immediately after 30 Rock. It just underscores how flatlined the humor on 30 Rock has become — I think I laughed once during last night's entire episode — compared to the brilliantly sustained comedic insanity of Sunny, during which I had an asthma attack I laughed so hard and…

Young Germans, be free tonight. Time is on your side.

Two Fucks, do what the rest of us lit grads do: go to graduate school and roll the dice in the grand crap shoot of the academic job market; teach high-school English; or pack up your bindle and hit the retail road. Of cock.

Peter O'Toole = best Pope Paul III EVAR.

Oh, Branagh's a sucky director, is he? HENRY V motherfuckers. The defense rests. ::abruptly rises from chair, stalks out of room, slams door::

If anybody seriously thinks this episode was up to the snuff of vintage 30 Rock — and I say this as a fan of the show who's been taking all the "30 Rock's going down!" alarmism being perpetuated on this site lately with several grains of salt — then you need to go on Netflix and stream every episode of the second…

Artemis: "Did you get any dick pics? Because it could be a real mess down there."

Heh. Nice. Plus they have their own line of merch, including clothing and accessories.

They can't, bunuel. And his comeuppance will be a thing of beauty.

Did anyone else notice
that Zobelle's new white power associate is the guy who played the insane middle linebacker in Playmakers?

Jax's actual outburst was "I'm not the one murdering women!", which is even more accusatory.

@ S. Jerusalem: bell hooks writes "the forgotten." The more you know.

Take a hot dog, stuff it with some Jack cheese, wrap it in a pizza, widdly widdly widdly, you got Cheezy Blasters!