My balls queefed.

My balls queefed.

BOOM. ROASTED.

BOOM. ROASTED.

Oh, Britta's in this?

Oh, Britta's in this?

#39 seasons and a movie, a theme park, a porno, three spin-offs and the official replacement of the stars and stripes with an anus flag.

I knew I forgot to do something!

Ouch. That certainly qualifies as a terrible date. My condolences.

On the only pop culture date I've been on, I took a girl I was very fond of to see Taxi Driver. This is something I would have never chosen on my own (I would have opted for the most generic date movie available at the time), but her mom (who happened to be there with her boyfriend, though not really in a double-date…

I heard the deleted scenes are the scenes and the scenes are the deleted scenes.

I had totally forgotten that was something that existed. Yikes.

Keith Phipps legitimately made my day.

ABED.

There's a lot of ways to make money in this world, but I can't recommend insurance fraud.

Fucking hell, this looks fucking stupid as fuck. No fucking way I'm fucking watching this, and I'll fucking watch fucking almost anything.

God forbid this show become popular enough to get a spinoff. GCB: SVU.

Does this mean Mad Men raped Kim Novak?

Off-topic, but can we please ditch the fucking GCB banner? Never have I hated a show so much simply based on its ad campaign.

Goddammit, Colette Wolfe. Now I'll actually have to watch this dreck.