My favorite song in the Sound of Music was when the little Nazi boy in drapery lederhosen sang "goodbye so long auf wiedersehen farewell, a jew, a jew, a jew, a jew, a jew".

I blew mine on Uranus.

Smells like Oikos.

When I first visited Greenwich Village I was disappointed to learn that The Pope did not reside there.

My favorite pop culture bench had a starring role in William Inge's 1953 Pulitzer Prize winning play, Picnic.

Were they Amish?

So they closed the park and moved the bench to Miami?

I smuggled Jane Austen's clavicle out of the country. I taped it to my back and told the customs folks that I have scoliosis.  I also possess some of Steve Austin's biomimicry.

Hoosier daddy?

See this no talent scion:

Fat hipster:

It's just a silly song ma'am.  Calm down.

She also would have preferred you to be a man and play the role of "Boner" that evening.

Zing! Two for two!

And let's not forget that The Roots are not douchebag hipsters.

This is the third time I have heard this song, first time this version.  I think it's kind of catchy. That Robin Thicke is quite a handsome young man, wouldn't you say?

Maybe she was at an airport bar?  I saw a man who ordered a beer recently at Midway airport who was (and looked) 82 years old get carded. There are signs all over the place stating that the airport cards EVERYONE.

“INACTIVE is in her sexual prime (50), and she should go for it!” says Gallop.

Far too much energy wasted to watch that show again.

He is an odd looking fellow.