How can he still be alive? He looked 80 when he was 25.

The dog's link was perfect, like a high-production-values episode of Married With Children. Faustino can still totally nail the Bud Bundy character.

It seemed like they were just trying out a D&D Brock.

Saw it in the early 1980s at the midnight showings at The Key in D.C. Give it all props for advancing the cause, but it doesn't hold up anymore.

Katarina Witt singing next to Tonya Harding
perfect

NOT DINOSAUR JR: They always take the stage late, and they pretty much just play their songs. I love dinosaur jr., but their live show is just decent, not essential.

Juggalo please, they thought, and still think, that Big Money Rustlas (or Hustlas or whatever) and their other movie were good.

I'll settle this: 4e PHB pictures a black halfling. With cornrows.

What is it about every Todd Berry scene that makes me grin like an idiot? He's funny just sitting there.

It wouldn't be a bad way to start season 5. Treister might even think Jonas is an alien rather than a wee captain.

1) The casual "well duh!" manner in which Monarch and his Dr. Mrs. revealed they are swingers.

"Enjoy your re-up"

@Glancy: Manticlaus!

Blaffair you of all people should be demanding the show stay on the air long enough for Jefferson to finally kill some blackulas. But seriously the story still has a ways to go, the writers seem to still have the energy and creativity to do it, and it is still one of the best series on TV ever.

Jefferson not Jackson, fuck

Pilot episode isn't canon, so sayeth some fanboy who corrected me in a long ago VB thread.

@Miller: Jackson was doing well because of his funky funky moves.

The best part of their admission was they didn't act like they were admitting anything. They treated it like "of course we're swingers." Much much worse for 21.

They have so much unfinished business they can't end now (and Adult Swim has to renew — they know it's their all-time crown jewel), but goddamn I was freaking out toward the end as Brock rushed the compound, just a minute too late, thinking this was it.

Blood. Blood. BLOOD. Blood. And bits of sick.