Booooo-yrne!

It's been a quiet week in Lake Wobegone…the snow is melting, so it's muddy out on the prairie…Clint Bunsen stepped on an old hay fork that was buried in a snow bank and now…he needs a new pair of galoshes…

"The Jew of Malta?"

This interview better max out at 800 by sundown or I'll be very disappointed.

This show, is it any good?

I actually like the first one better. Imagine if the outside of the first outfit were greased with Crisco or something. She could wriggle through just about anything.

From Wikipedia:

And Lexicondevil could write poems and leave them for the authorities to ponder.

I'd rather start a private detective agency for broke losers with no prospects. So many of us broke losers around here KNOW WHAT'S FUCKING WRONG WITH THE WORLD and also HOW TO FUCKING FIX IT. Together we would be unbreakable. Wolfman knows the law. Lone Audience would be some sort of…asset. I've got plenty of timber…

Xebeche cares.

"Poli-Ohhhhhh!"

My goldfish was eaten by my cat this morning, then my cat was killed by the dog, and then the dog was run over by a tractor on its way to a factory farm. The dog survived, but the tractor sprayed him with pesticides and now he's got cancer.

Woe is me!

You give yourself presents for Valentine's Day?

POGS!

I don't think it's funny at all, but I'm not defective.

I watched one episode but I didn't laugh. They were talking too fast. That really pissed me off. I couldn't follow it. It was almost as bad as that one movie I watched that one time, the one with the subtitles.

I have no fucking idea who Guy Debord is, but I know he'd never be able to sell me anything I didn't already have a mind to buy.

TALK TO HER

I hope JON SPAMM plays the prince who kisses her!