My God, Peter Sagal is full of stars.

And ruin all the traumatizing fun?  Perish the thought.

…have you been spying on me?

Wishbone as Tyrone Slothrop in Gravity's Rainbow.  That would be…troubling.

You're both right.  That's why I use steel wool scented with lavender.  I like to treat myself.

Wow, that is thoroughly depressing.

Whistlin' Dixie!

Your joke is underrated and I like it, very much.

Shoot the j!  SHOOT IT!

I decree that everything will be just like it was before all this happened and no one will ever mention it again…under penalty of torture.

This pole is…malfunctioning.  Perhaps if Matthew McConaughey were to…dance around it.

We put our faith in Blast Hardcheese.

That equals true.

"I, uh, can't read or write."

Oh, God, yes.  We're talking about a totally outrageous paradigm.

They pulled him out of bookstores after a Brentano's manager shot himself.

I think we've got a replacement for Dear Abby, here.

So, this is the last of the Texas songs, yeah?  For me, the last three haven't matched up to the first, but, nevertheless, I've thoroughly enjoyed this feature, so far.  I was born in Texas and spent many happy days wandering through it.  Haven't been back in years and my memories of the place are a little fuzzy, but…

Judy Blume's personal memoirs are shocking, to say the least.

@avclub-c1fe85b855c6d045b827f74a1e2c3fd7:disqus Of course, we can all get behind cookies, but where do you stand on abortions and miniature American flags?