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Southern Macy's. Sorta.

The lovely Robin still haunts my dreams.

The boardwalk was killed on the way back to its home planet.

My brother-in-law was the drummer in a band who had a song on the Olsen twins' "Holiday in the Sun." He does not have a gold record.

Uncle Briggs on WSIL TV3 (Harriburg, Ill.) was my local cartoon pusher. Looney Tunes, Three Stooges and, for some reason, old Gene Autry singing cowboy movies.
So. Ill./SE Mo./W. Ky, WHERE YOU AT???

Great crack.

If Tyra suggested that I kill a motherfucker and never mention it again, said motherfucker would be killed and never mentioned again.

Even my typos are fucking metal.

His name was JOHN EVERYMAN.

Not for nothing, and say what you will about Chicago Style, but Giordano's pizza is fucking delicious.

Yours truly,
Dustin Diamond

But … West Ham is winning.

It also lead to Dead Milkmen's "The Pit," so it can't be ALL bad.

I'm sorry. The correct answer was "Morey Amsterdam can make a nice guy kill."

OH, HAI MARK!

Don't waste your farts on disdain. Farts are expressions of joy. The soundtrack to a life well lived.
*farts jubilantly*

Morey Amsterdam would make a sane man crazy.

Every second show? I question your statistics, sir.