And, by extension, Superfudge.

That is an apt, apt observation. My assumption: A melange of patchouli and yeast infection.

Yes. His attitude. In a column titled "Hatesong." How dare he.

Jazz hands.

Surprisingly easily.

Looking forward to hearing from you …

Sorry, Mrs. Pinkett-Smith. @Dikachu:disqus won't be bothering you anymore.

That was DengAR.

This entire story is just a reminder of how badly we need a Josh Fenderman biopic.

Sweating with relief.

Debbie Motherfucking Gibson.

@avclub-4fdd6fbd220e26b63a7c9a5aa88f5f31:disqus: That's an interesting, an pretty valid, point you have there. I think Marceline, the Ice King and P-Bubs are the three major pillars (all of whom are probably immortal) who can tie everything back to the Mushroom War. (And possibly the Lich, but whatever.)

Tastes like fruit.

Here's the longform, broham:

Is she in a position to know that?

Unless she was the sentient bubblegum goo from "Simon & Marcy." She may very well be immortal.

I assume they got the idea from this old Coors Light campaign. (Yet another reason the '80s were fucking insane.)

Get it together, man. Seriously. See what's happening.

Greggggggggg off-handedly predicted this entire book in a column he wrote in 1998. Why is any of this news?

Did Burt Reynolds remove his be-ringed fist from Larry Wilcox's ass at the "Deliverance" wrap party long enough to give this book an enthusiastic, coke-fueled thumbs up? ABSOLUTELY.