In high school I had a laughing fit during lunch one day brought on by the thought of a scene in the movie Flypaper. An angry guy falls through his windshield while is car is broken down and on fire. I was dying and it got even worse when I tried to explain to my friends across the table why I was cackling madly.

I have three. I call them The Three Tenners.

We preferred Macbeth to Beowulf if memory serves. I did get to keep a clay sculpture of Grendel that a friend make for Beowulf though. So, that was cool.

Thank you Ronald Reagan. Your legacy is intact.

She was just being courteous. She didn't want anyone else to catch the disease that made her so awful.

That's your solution to everything!

Heretic!

Hmm. A reboot of "The Thing With Two Heads" just *might* be the resurgence they need.

Are we sure that Werdup isn't really Chis Hansen?

*Watches The Goodies; Dies*

I would have went with a different flavor other than "Glove" though.

The readers were so busy getting some fresh air that they couldn't comment.

I would've thought that the cease and desist letter from the law offices of Dewey, Cheatem & Howe would've clued you in.

I can't do it. I shall never know the truth. I feel like I'm back on the Warren Commission.

First two words look like "Suck dammit" or, "Suck #### it"

After the Werther's Grandpa the search for Americas next old guy hawking old people food really took off.

He was also mainlining Quaker Oats during that time.

La-li-lu-le-Go fuck yourselves Konami.

And everywhere else.

Now I'm picturing a bunch of fallen grannies on the floor and firing their guns into the air like in Point Break.