Nah, he's a freelance motorcyle cop in Texas somewhere where they can't afford full-time police due to budget cuts and tax cuts. He's the Harleyquinn!

What's freaky is how that also stars Jennifer Carpenter.

"I had to shoot him officer; he was 'bout to rectify that poor fella!" Bonus points if they work in the "Rectum? I nearly killed him!" joke.

"Show that no one you know has ever mentioned, cliamed to have watched, or would name is you asked them for a long list of shows that were still on". Though I suppose it might work as an answer to "Whatever happened to David Spade?", assuming anyone would ask that.

I wonder what the record is?

That would overkill.

Dude. You're supposed to let us speculate on stuff like that!

Technically, all of them.

Well, maybe just "Shootin' Whitey". Each week, they can have one minority group in a rousing tale of filling the man full of lead. Blacks, latinos, natives, gays, jews, asians of many sizes and colors, what have you!

Have we run out of real ones. I'd hate to think our obscenely rich permanent overclass are, you know, the uggins. What's the point?!?

I used to always watch "True Hollywood Story" when I traveled on business in my hotel, which was cool because I knew a lot of otehr people who did the exact same thing so we had something to talk about at work parties. Sure, it was usually dead porn stars, but it sure beat talking about work.

Ah Grenada. Sort of the nadir of America's obsession with its own cock, at least in terms of absurdity. It's like listening to someone explain about the one time they stole someone's lunch from the break room fridge; he says he wasn't proud of it, but you can tell he kinda is, and damn it, if he had to do it all over…

Hey now. She was a very important figure in the history of talking about masturbation.

I assume anything with a A+ Cinemascore will be committee-written pandering bullshit, while an F means either sub-Red Zone Cuba , or something actually challenging and meaty (so, either way is a win). Am I wrong? Of course not.

Well so did R2D2 in the 3rd movie, and then didn't have them in the 4-6th. So maybe they break.

"Movies we lie about having seen, and have no intention of ever actually seeing."

You know what the best part of the Star Wars prequels was? Shots of two people walking and talking, while a lot of unimportant CGI shit went on in the background! Plus, remember how awesome ST:TMP was with all that somber pontificating and waiting for nothing to happen? That's REAL sci-fi!

Sure. But the beauty of a short story is you establish a context, get to the point and say what you came to say. But sometimes that's easily done in five crips pages… and then there's 20 more pages of just kinda treading water for various unwelcome reasons. The review posits two of the longer works here as "bloated…

So the annoying not-couple at the center gets in the way of watching the world burn? While not hard to imagine, there's a creepy undertone there.

I don't know. It's hard to get too impressed with bloated short stories. It's like a pretzel with too much salt - you're surprized that they managed to pull it off, but that doesn't make it taste good.