Oh HELL yeah. That slide solo on "Dirty Business" is just the trippiest, nastiest sound ever.

"This book contains details about the final episode of the series. This, my friends is a storyteller’s worst nightmare."

Why do crazy people always have so much free time? SO jealous.

Sorry. As reported here some time back, there is but one choice: https://www.youtube.com/wat…

[Lorne Michaels reclines in office] Drunk Uncle: The Movie. Drunk Uncle: Da Movie? Hmmm. Oh no! It's Drunk Uncle! No, no. Oh, wait—Drunk Ucnle: The Mvoie. See, he's drunk, so the spelling is off. It's good, right? Great, get Rob Schneider on board and it's a go. OK, I'll be in the Hamptons.

I also love her big-ass… oh. I thought this was going in different direction.

They have a few good ones, but their summer solstice ale is the most godawful crap on planet Earth. If you want an OBVIOUSLY artificially favored orange-cream-soda-as-beer monstrosity, that's your jam.

Indeed. I have a 3-year-old daughter. So do many of my friends. Trust me, they want to know what's in there. If you've ever had a daughter, you'd know it's not the slightest bit weird or sexual.

That's exactly what needs to happen. Someone rent a UFC cage and make these two morons ACTUALLY duke it out. After the initial pants pooping, the feud will end 30 seconds later in a flurry of slaps and tears.

So once they tell you, are you obligated to do what they ask?

It'll probably be Robbie Robertson's recollection of the Dead. Which Marty will film while sitting on Robbie's lap.

'Twas.

Well, like, DUH.

I guess there must be money in the Boomer trade, but my god, does anyone need another Dead documentary at this point? Every second of every performance they ever did is available on 27 formats, there's 769 concert films, every third car in any mountain town is covered in their decals, and yet, somehow THAT'S not…

I think it was something like: "Usually the pussy is only angry at Andre."

I like it! But it makes sense, so I doubt it will actually happen.

I really enjoyed it as well. The reviewer and I are in parallel universes. For instance, I though the exchange with the urologist in the cold open was one of the funniest goddamn things I've seen on this show, and the subplots, while minor, worked well with the overall theme of the episode.

You must be 18 or older to attend. Because if you are male between 12–17, you will masturbate uncontrollably at site of lead singer, which benefits no one.

I think people try to pin on The Replacements an agenda that wasn't necessarily there.

Yeah, this is beginning to trump The Irish Kidnapping in terms of ridiculous. We'll have to see how next week plays out, but here's a few shark jumpers: