What do you mean, they cut the cake? They're animals, man!

Allergies ahoy!

Tuna? I hardly know 'er!

So does The Fifth Element. It's merely OK, until it turns into a future-pop workout, accompanying a Milla Jovovich / space mercenaries brawl, when it becomes awesome.

Here in the UK, Fred Bassett is the worst of all strips.
The mere thought of it hurts my brain, heart and metaphorical funnybone.
Fortunately, it's in the Daily Mail, so I never have to read it.

Directed at it? What, like talking into a microphone?

Your Charming Scot list needs the addition of David Tennant.

How can you say there's no God, when we have been delivered from Terra Nova? It is surely His work.

The adorable moppet is Cockblockasaurus. Her two older siblings would each be getting laid with half the colony if she wasn't around.

…said Christina to her bosom.

More to the point: if no-one but Nick can see the creatures' true forms, how come ol' Adolph's transformation shows up on on film? It Makes No Sense, unless film stock is sensitive to more than just mere photons.

Cool "Cool story, Bro" story, Bro.

Archer will be furious about Elwes' turtleneck appropriation.

God Craves Blondes.

The implausible plot twist is how he'd know it was him - those are his speciality.

Clearly, the tram crashed onto the Street because they used inferior metal, and because the Manchester tram system is publicly owned. The benevolent titans of private enterprise would have built a better system.

Apparently, I was the only person to put James Gandolfini.

Malin, of The West Wing and, um… oh! The Big Bang Theory.

Jumping Jack Flash-spyJonathan Pryce.

She had been told in advance that Doc was coming to see her, to pick up the toxicology report. She wore the Sandman shirt on purpose, because she's totally into Doc's overweight comic-book nerdhood.