How can it be a Cob salad if it's got no corn?

That would be awesome! I'd watch it the first time it was on, and then maybe view it again later.

Andy Daly is so good. Someone should give him is own show or something.

Chip Gardner was my favorite guest on the podcast. We listened to it on a road trip and had to pull over because I was laughing so hard. The whole child army thing almost literally killed us.

This episode is where I stopped watching Breaking Bad - it was more depressing than interesting, and I started to hate everyone on the show more than I wanted to see what was going to happen to them. Except maybe Walt, Jr. I just wanted to call CPS for him.

Thundercunt is a nice exclamation, but I'm partial to "malodorous cunt" if I'm directing it at someone.

Somebody watched Oldboy too many times.

Seriously, fuck Papa John. I'm kinda sad that boycotting him hurts his employees, too, but not sad enough not to do it.

"The only number that never got its own segment was “1,” because “1” is an asshole."

On the one hand, boomstick, but on the other hand, chainsaw.

"I'm Horrible At This When Can We Stop."?

Maybe. I'll finish it (or more likely just re-read the whole thing) at some point. It just rubbed me the wrong way at the time.

It's a pretty happy show, until "I Remember You" rips your heart out and punches it in the face.

Shawn Colvin's cover of this on the Elmopalooza album wasn't "damn near heartbreaking" as much as "don't listen to this while you're driving". Who knew entertaining my kids on a road trip could be so hazardous?

<spoilers> I got so angry at how she treated Maggie when they met up again that I had to take a break. I don't think I wanted to reach into a book and smack someone as much since Thomas Covenant.

I'll get back to it some day. I just couldn't get over how much I wanted to smack the crap out of Vic.

If you're not careful, that thing will wrap its head around you, though.

I have to finish NOS4A2 - I got so indescribably angry at the characters just after the big jump forward in the narrative that I stopped reading it.

I liked Sesame Street, but my heart's home was in Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood.

Banned . . . boned . . . it's all kinda the same.