"…dude with a gigantic dick having sex with a woman with fake EE breasts in positions that are probably absurdly uncomfortable to actually engage in. Anyway, I've come to recognize that actual sex looks nothing like that…"

Harry Chaplin used to joke that one day he would finally put an end to the "Taxi" duo in a song called "Hearse".

There are some things so horrible even the Internet rejects them.

I agree. The original is simply an exhortation that the listener twist with him. In the second, the warmth of nostalgia for the previous twisting, and the tension of longing for an admission of love, result in a rich and satisfying complexity.

I am!

Am I the only one who read all the bracketed words in a dramatically different head voice, as if they were badly dubbed?

…how do you clock mileage on a vagina?

I'll find a horse costume immediately.

We were talking about sex with ANOTHER PERSON, CP. An inflatable Shamu doesn't count.

It was cute when Kim Possible said it, long, long ago.

That beef between the North Atlantic right whale population and the South Atlantic right whale population was epic.

My biggest problem with this movie was Eric Bana. I found his performance so… minimalist that I didn't like or care about his Banner. I could be biased from growing up with the warm humanism and gentle humor that Bill Bixby brought to the role, but I thought both Norton and Ruffalo did well.

We do see wee Kal-El in the buff in "Superman: The Movie", so technically…

(Roger Sterling perks up.)

The Monolith is all of those things and more, gang.

THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE.

Kristin Chenoweth is a golden angel, constructed not from mere gross flesh but from light and heavensong and gossamer and all that is sublime in this Creation.

Hammer and Publick are not your bitch.

Pete: "Exciting new client, Don!" (Tosses file on desk.)

Why does he wear such enormous shirts, though?