Or Bobby Brown's "Just Got Paid"…

Jusloco, really? I don't even have kids and that statement made me do a non-literal strictly-in-my-brain spit-take.

There is a Phil guy. He's less annoying, but still annoying.

I knew a guy in Houston who did another independent movie called "Hardball" about a hardened private investigator investigating an Eastern European sex slave ring. I think the tagline was "Some balls don't bounce". It featured Hardball beating a dude into unconsciousness with a dildo.

Rainbow Sherbert, leave your younger brother alone!

Sarccastro, Jon Seda was also among the worst things about the 7th season of Homicide, so points lost for that.

I've never really cared for his purist attitude, nor much of his producing aesthetic, but I have to admit "Kerosene" and Rapeman's cover of "Just Got Paid" are fucking AWESOME.

Hey Claudia, you're kind of cute in your little picture there. Do you have any nude photos? Just askin'.

Phel, all of them? One at a time, or in a group? What are the parameters here??

I am running laps endlessly. Around and around the track I go, covering the same ground, digging ridges into the earth with my feet, making no new friends on my way. The same birds pass me by from ground to nest, the same trees silently witness my revolutions, and my erect penis keeps smacking me in the face. The…

Y'all stop watching my heterogeneous activities. Those are private.

WE'RE RUNNIN' WITH THE SHAAAADOWS OFFFF THE NIGHT! SO BABY TAKE MY HAND IT'LL BE ALRIGHT! REMEMBER ALL YOUR DREAMS WITH ME TONIGHT! THEY'LL COME TRUE IN THE AIIIIIIIIRRRRRR!!!

Does a Cookie Monster actually have tear ducts?

I saw Neil Young when he first toured with Booker T and the MGs, and it was a fuckng amazing show. He had those old soul dudes ROCKING OUT. I saw Donald Duck Dunn slamming his bass down headstock first into the stage to produce a massive bass feedback rumble at the end of "Mr. Soul".

Fair point. My own balls are fairly unreasonable pretty much all of the time.

I fucking loved EPCOT as a kid, and would happily have chosen to go there over the Magic Kingdom any damn day of the week. Back then, you had Walter Cronkite on the Spaceship Earth ride, intoning in his magisterial way…

Rape scene aside, my breakfast was as uneventful as always.

Well damn, y'all are just a buncha great big pussies.

Just…Wow, the song you sing just made me cry. Sweet sweet tears of opportunities lost, and days wasted…

*puts sunglasses on Evan Waters and MDDG, but having run out of sunglasses, is forced to put on a chick's thong on his own face, resulting in sitcom hilarity*