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    Since I'm a fan of Bowie on Facebook, I've gotten periodic updates on this reissue for a while now, so my emotions were untoyed with. Still though…a new album would be nice.

    I actually saw part of the second episode of Outsourced. In my defense, my wife wanted to see for herself that it couldn't POSSIBLY be as bad as the commercials made it look. Around the time they started talking about food and the white guy went off on "the brown gloppy stuff, the yellow gloppy stuff and the red

    You should've said to her: "It's it."

    Only if they had interviewed Steven Spielberg or Robert Shaw the day before it opened.

    I would call you Doctor Worm, but I don't know if you can handle criticism.

    He is, Hambone. And every time I see him, I think C. Everett Koopa because he looks like a turtledragon.

    The Fifth Element, Tim, is anchovy paste.

    If I'm not mistaken, my Samsung TV has a volume modulation setting that's supposed to even out the levels. Not sure if I ever turned it on or if it would even work since I run the TV audio through my receiever and home theater speakers.

    A fire witch would be scary as shit.

    Blue Oyster Cult - Burning For You

    Pam pumping her hips
    So what do you think she was doing to make Meredith laugh so hard? Was she telling her that she screwed her way into the new position? Or was she just relating some dirty anecdote? Either way, great sight gag.

    @ Questioner (way up there):
    I think Oscar would have only been pissed if he really thought that Pam was making 50k as Office Admin.

    I figured Ryan was emulating his (probably) hero, Tom Cruise.

    FINALLY HES LIKE FUCK IT AND JUST GOES BERSERK

    @ Monger:

    @ Horrible Nameless One:

    Couple things, Todd…
    1) I will hear none of this "I'll praise Busy Phillips less" bullmess. If anything, you should amp her praise up.

    No worries, Donna. Don't sweat it. We (and by "we" I mean the non-shitheads) still love you. But by way of penance, you must fast-track the next round of Newsradio writeups. Next summer is too far away.

    His fear of physical intimacy.

    Hot tubs fucking own, idiotking. 9 times out of 10, getting in ours ends up with me getting in my wife. And with natural gas being so cheap, it doesn't cost an arm and a leg to operate one.