"Hot damn! I got into Harvard after all! I guess Trump really is making America great again! I'm so happy I got to vote for the first time ever and cast my vote for him in Wisconsin! Hey, who am I talking to?"

That better have been an asiago bagel.

Especially when they'd record two episodes on the same night. Then you had the Scotts getting stir crazy and at each others' throats, which made for high comedy.

NOT HELPING

I told the salesperson I didn't even own a Playstation and they said it didn't matter.

It's really not advisable to miss a week of WHM. I took some time off and now I'm three episodes, plus a mailbag, behind!

There was one post-commentary episode, where they went like five side podcasts deep in a single riff. That was genius. This was . . . they'd do the side podcast, come back, say two words, then do another one and that seemed to be just going through the motions.

Wait, this VR headset doesn't work. I'm just watching myself in my everyday life.

So, um. On a separate note, I have to say I wasn't feeling it. I'd just re-listened to most of the back episodes and this seemed like their rhythm was off. Understandable, I guess, after a two year break. But they didn't seem to really know what to do. Even the actual U2 discussion was just them discussing the setlist…

BREAKING BAD VR EXPERIENCE RECALLED

So a new You Talking U2 To Me ep dropped at the end of last week, covering the Scotts' experience at the Lovable Lads of Liverpool's second Rosebowl show.
The AVClub itself figures into a riff!

Go read the review. It's beautiful in its merciless brutality.

I say this every time, but I cannot process how a person sees him speaking and thinks he will represent them in any way. He started talking about China and then somehow made it into bragging about how he ran Miss America. Everything goes back to him. It's like Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, only it's two degrees about…

"Obama spies" = competent people who care about their jobs.

Who knows, maybe they'd tried to meet with Trump to tell him The Truth but he can't stay focused long enough for them to get to it.
"Now, Mr. President, about the Kennedy Assassination . . . "

IV even said that he "gives the kind of performance normally associated with someone who died during filming" for his last movie!

He's all over my ass and coming hard!

It's disgusting. Even in my stoner college days we knew it was shit. The sauce is unnervingly sweet and it comes with a butter dipping sauce that tastes like old engine oil.

Who carries a box of empty albums in their car? Who can name every Phish song and what album it's from? I come in here, and I'm looking for black lights and beanbag chairs. I can tell you which cars in the parking lot have Grateful Dead bumper stickers on them. I can tell you every snack machine and their precise…

Oh goddamn do I hate it when I order a hot dog at a place and they split the hotdog vertically and slap it on a hamburger bun. Get hot dog buns, you lazy fucks.