Son of God, part 2
I'm calling it now. Sam is somehow an agent of Heaven, possibly God's second son, after that washout hippie what's-His-name. Satan is tempting him, but he remains good.

Woof
This movie looked like the kind of dog you don't mind leaving at the pound for euthanasia.

High Five
"Hey, guess who just boned the chick from Metro News 1? High five!"

That last minute drop-in — Robin living in that apartment, possibly with Ted, but in what capacity — had my wife rewinding. She thought, as did I upon first listen, that it was Lily who was still living there for some reason.

I don't know that I can.

Mozart/Salieri
The finest bit of the night was, clearly, the feud between Tracy and Frank over the creation of a porn video game. And, correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't Dr. Spaceman's entrance, in cape, a callback to "Amadeus"?

Enjoy that bacon salt
It's one of the only bacon-flavored non-bacon items I've ever enjoyed. Seriously, it just makes everything taste like bacon. I suggest sprinkling it over popcorn.

Damn kids with their hula-hoops and their Dan Fogelberg records…

Yeah. In fact, when I heard the Zep version, I thought, "Boy, STP really saved that song." And I'm not being an asshole, here — I really thought that.

I must have been really lame in high school
I had no idea there was anti-STP bias. Shit, I liked them well enough. It seemed like a lot of people did.

Yeah, I get tired of authority-figure Lily, like in "Aldrin Justice" when she stole Hammond Drummond's baseball that was signed three times by Pete Rose. She's much better as the somewhat sane voice of reason who gets caught up in the excitement, like in "Slap Bet," when she drops her objections as soon as she's made…

Simply the best
Finally, this show is living up to potential. The introduction of the room where the Devil can't hear him was nice, but I like the idea of a larger universe being developed. Demons who don't like the Devil. Other reapers. The Devil's special relationship with Sam.

You're doing God's work
You know, if God had nothing to do but sit around and drink disgusting beer.

To be honest
I'm totally fine with Second Becky doing the ass shake. More than fine.

Mogo Doesn't Socialize, anyone? Those Tales of the Green Lantern Corps stories were some of his best big company works.

Gay cowboys eating pudding. Tasha, you are a bright light in this world.

Wait…why would I want a chocolate vagina?
I mean, I enjoy vaginas as much as the next vagina-enjoyer, but I can't imagine being terribly excited to receive a chocolate pussy from my beloved.

Douchebags
Yes, Motocross is their official sport, just like faux-hawks are their offcial haircut and polo shirts from Baby Gap are their official outfit.

That is a truth-fact.

Crip-crap, the magical, pan-sexual spokesbeing?