Also, the duck police.

Good lord, I laughed so hard at Amy last night, it wasn't funny. I mean, it WAS funny, but the way I laughed wasn't. Kind of a sobbing, teeth-grinding sound.

*spits hot curry*

"I'd fill THAT in!"

And that's where Lucille II fits in to it, so to speak.

Let's call it "The Netflick."

In Old English, Æ was its own letter — see Ælfred the Great, Æthelstan, and Æthelred the Unready. So "færy" makes sense.

"The Fairy Feller's Comedic Masterstroke," by Richard Dadd.

I have used this gag many times, and received a satisfyingly large amount of "ewww"s as a response.

So that's twelve shits, wasted.

Preordered the album, can't wait for it to arrive. What I've heard so far kind of puts me in mind of The Selecter or even some Amazulu from the mid-80s.

You know, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man that he didn't already have.

Anyone remember the late 70s sci-fi series "Salvage 1," with Andy Griffith as a home-made rocketeer?

Electrawoman and Dynagirl, thankyouverymuch.

I end in a climax at Chernobyl, if you know what I'm sayin'.

I want to see a movie mashup: The Little Tin Drummer Girl.

Rabbit in red, la da da dee dah dah, rabbit in reeeed …

"The kid with the round head." Just about sums it up. Hate to hear how my cats define me.

Tasha has hit the nail on the head. Or is it TASH?!

It's all fun and games until you run out of fingers.