Oh, if only Poe had a tale to tell of a heart.

F's are for fclosers.

Joe Carroll is now Darrell (and his other brother Darrell). In two more seasons, he'll be Will Ferrell.

So, at two minutes instead of 2:30, that means the studios can shoehorn in an extra trailer for every four they cut by thirty seconds.

Joe Carroll *is* Mel Gibson in "Who got blood on my knife?"

Another funny episode, though I agree that the Bob-Jimmy Pesto rivalry gets a bit old. Still, Bob sort-of won tonight thanks to the Super Bowel.

I thought it was a pretty decent episode. This season seems to be slightly better than the previous super-blah seasons. This wasn't great, but it didn't suck, which is about the best I expect from The Simpsons these days.

I'm live-avoiding the Grammy Awards in favor of Simpsons, Bob's Burgers, and last night's Animation Domination HD.

I, for one, welcome our new six-fingered, double-livered overlords.

"God, you donkeys are hopeless bleep. That's not the proper French way of mounting a bleep head on a stick! Did you learn nothing in bleep culinary school, you bleep donuts?" - The rotting head of Gordon Ramsay continues his critique

Hungry Games, more like.

"Sorry, meine damen und herren, Schlitterbahn's closed. Der Elch out front shoulda told ya."

Can't it be both?

Looks like they filmed it using a drone. All we need is a drone capable of carrying your average AV Club commenter.

Get ready to lose your schlitterbahn.

"In Soviet Russia, iPhone upgrades you!"

I got a rock.

"$3.99?! You'd be insane not to buy that hat."

Look, just because I liked MST3K doesn't mean I need 50 copies of "Manos, the Hands of Fate" dropped on my patio.

Maybe you're enjoying that a little tooooo much.