I've read that the rest of the Violent Femmes weren't down with the born-again stuff that started with the second album, but Gano wrote the songs, and there was money to be made, so they just sucked it up and got used to playing "Jesus Walking On the Water".

Mob Doctor!

Maybe they're just buddies who like to hang out together on the set?

I have to believe that bad comedy acts are one of those things that are truly universal in the human experience. They may not get paid as much in our countries, but "much less funny than you appear to think you are" is the social glue that keeps us all human.

It would be funny if he was black and insulting you in regards to that, but of course it never seems to work that way.

I did remember our local paper's comment section, where you start to realize that 90% of the commentors don't actually live in the city, and just need a place to tell people how proud they are of that fact even though the obsession level makes it seem kinda sad.

Wouldn't it have been dark out? Even less-famous TV shows shouldn't force a healthy teen out into that cold, cold night.

I remember our local hipster station started playing "All That She Wants" because they got confused and didn't realize it wasn't pseudo-alternative, then suddenly dropped it from the playlist when someone looked to see thwt their next single was. Of course this was also the station famous for playing all kinds of…

I'd like to think he was on the toilet, giving this interview via his iPhone between grunts.

You really need an electric razor for that. Cause, uh… some guy told me.

Yeah. Intelligence only ever seemed relevent for sex objects you might actually talk to in real life. It's like learning someone famous has really awful BO - it's not *good*, but if you'll never smell it, it's not really germaine to anything.

Hud, Mud and a CHUD walk into a bar. The bartender knows what they want and makes their drinks without asking, but the waitress mixes them up. The CHUD takes a swig of what he's handed, looks down at it, and says "Feet?". Mud and Chud both say "Yeah, you got a sequel!"

I imagine if anyone had such a thing, they'd give it to you for the price of asking. They might even throw in some corn nuts.

My name is Mud, but call me Alowishus Devadander Abercrombie

No, it's the children who are wrong.

Radical Islam:Islam::Southern Baptist:Baptist

The Fun-Loving Fundamentalist. You'll laugh, you'll cheer, you're reasses your views on Mideast foreign policy!

He could be the lead in a slaspstick romatic comedy. That's only sort of like terrorism.

Shouldn't she have more hair on the side of her head there?

I've curious who the target audience for this is. As this is part one of three, he's certainly committed, but I'd think the meetings the marketing group would have in trying to sell this sucker could have been more entetaining than the actual movie. A lot more.