*sigh* Burl, what are we gonna do with you?

What Bfred said. Last night we got off onto tangents about Alfred Dreyfus and War on Oats, which is always a bad sign. Thankfully an insane bit about leaving the forum helped occupy us. I myself spent far too much time trying to make an emoticon. ..

fuck it

I'm all discombobulated.

Yeah well…. fair enough.

For all I know, you're all the same person.

I might be crazy, and distressingly drunk, but I think they're the same person.

…And Jen Kirkman's Drunk History, which was perhaps her finest role. That's gotta notch the probability that you're wrong up like 6 points. That's some statistically significance right there.

I would have preferred if Norm MacDonald had overstayed his welcome just a little.

Yes, FuriousGeorge. Blessed are the dump-takers, for they shall inherit the earth.

Horndog McHardcock is a real good sex person. He does it all the different ways.

Man, no one can see you. Just start cussing out our mothers or something. Except my mother.

Dear God I love this thing:

Oh God I'm runnin'
I wish more bands played around with a David Lee Roth soundboard rather than bothering to write lyrics or sing. I don't even know to what extent I'm kidding.

No, though that's a fair assumption. They were fully prepared for a fall premiere when NBC yanked the rug from under them.

That was, of course, directed at Indeed, not Mr. Tuck Pen. I am not now or ever inclined to state after whom I was lusting, but it wasn't Rashida Jones.

You're stepping on my toes, punk.

I would murder you in so many ways if your comment wasn't months old, dLo. I hope you're lying in a gutter right now.

"Anything else?"

Teadoust's vagina = Sahara Desert