His evening wear, vampire bat!

She is, literally, straight outta Compton.

Nothing more foolish than a man chasing his hat.

Interesting. Classic rock with death metal vocals, it seems. And three guitars. Not really my thing, but I appreciate that they exist.

My request: have a requirement that Slash perform in a sparkly tophat with every future Superbowl halftime show. That shit was MONEY.

Nope, I thought that was a dick move too. Some chefs help others, and some chefs do evil stuff in the name of winning "the game." The latter never seem to make it all the way through.

Maybe. But they were explicitly instructed "no kale salad or kale chips," and the two kale people who ended up on the bottom did exactly those two things. Not rocket science here. I think it speaks more about the chefs who are creative enough to work around constraints than the particular ingredient; it seems like…

I got the sense he was there because of his historic contributions, but that he wasn't in a condition to contribute constructively to the conversation. Which is fine - give the man his due, he's earned it, but don't force him to talk if he doesn't want to.

Try tossing raw, shredded kale with a very acidic dressing (I use lemon juice, mustard, garlic, olive oil, s&p) and letting it sit for a couple of hours, then finishing the salad with nuts (I like toasted pistachios) and parmesan shavings. The acid in the dressing semi-"cooks" the kale so that it gets a little softer…

I'm in the camp who loved Xanth as a middle-school kid and haven't really thought about it since. Everything Jason points out rings true for me, and is probably a big part its popularity; to a middle-school boy, a book that combines magic with descriptions of pretty girls and references to the as-yet-mysterious idea…

When you say "nearly new" jaguar, do you mean one that's been whelped yet? Or does it still require its mother's milk? I ask because my interest is lessened in a jaguar (or any large cat, really) that requires actual milk from another cat, you see.

Three words: The Final Countdown.

No, he "passed" as in he shat, right there on the lie-detector chair. It was awkward; they tried to cover it up in post.

LEIA NEEDS LENS FLARE.

I have a friend who only dates tall, skinny, blonde girls.  He's never announced this publicly, but if you review his history - the trend is clear.  I don't find that offensive, personally - preferences in love are what they are.  So I don't see why it's any more offensive for someone to have a preference for Asian…

I'm pretty sure that starting a paragraph with "But, like…" is a no-no regardless of how you slice it.  And I agree with the others, having someone who blatantly admits to (a) not being interested in the show or knowing anything about past, oh, 10 seasons (not to mention the various spin-off shows like Masters), and…

Theah ah no "ahhhs" in "Hahvad Yahd," queeah.

This guy knows of what he speaks.  Being a guitar player in high school rock bands from 1989-1993, there's a part of my brain that is irrevocably stamped with terrible, terrible guitar riffs from this era.  I can still play Nelson's Love and Affection and most of Extreme's first album, for chrissakes (and I mostly…

Anyone care to bet on the next BB regular to do a Funny or Die video?  I'd say it's a tossup between R.J. Mitte in a breakfast cooking show, or Jonathan Banks in Trout Fishing with Mike Ehrmentraut.

I had assumed this was going to be a documentary about whale penises.  My sense from the review - and I could be wrong - is that this is not, in fact, the case.