Or hucking some bees, whatever the hell that means…

[Googles Rusty Schwimmer]

No one talks about the Ice-T that way! He gets out of traffic violations through DMV clerical errors, think he won't still fuck yo shit up, too? Deuces.

"This desk lamp knows a whole lot more than he's telling me…"
My sentiments exactly.

And let me just round things out by saying—
—go fuck yourself, George Lucas!

I'm late to this posting.
Natalie Portman stands in the bedroom doorway of my mind, wearing some slinky negligee, calling me stud or sommit like that, and then you don't need to know the rest.

For what it's worth, I kept coming up with some good, original jokes, but chose not to use them, as it just felt too easy and cliche to do so.

Busy morning at work, so I'll say what I gotta say and then come back and loiter later:

Oh was it? I was going to fact check, but the stupid site filter at work thinks everything I'm searching is naughty. Fucking thing sucks indeed.

FUCK IT, WE'LL DO IT LIVE!
Goddamn thing SUCKS!

I'd love to see that scene as Sean described it actually played out.

A condensed version of the game show Scrabble in the trailer, actually hosted by Chuck Woolery.

There seems to be a market for shit spelling up in here, apparently…

"You call him Dr. Jones, doll!"

the other night, I missed Conan.
Then I started to miss Johnny.

Wow, those delegates are on the ball…

What can I say, I'm bad at keeping up on slang.

Well, at least she can still sound like a box wine.
I never knew they were an item. It's not like I frequent any websites where I can learn of pop culture and all it's crazy, kooky shenanigans…

Better yet!
Speculation on how the episode will end.

I dunno, I thought—
—she got a whole lot better after she shot her own head off and recorded that single…