Well, this is the internet commentariat, so I feel obliged to vote "hag."

Team Blanco

No one can reach him when he keeps having to put his damn phone in the mailbox.

The new series will be called My Name is Burl.

He'll be thin, with a full head of hair.

Cookie Momster?

It'll get mixed in with the others and become just another Hellevator. Which it is.

I think you're exactly right. He got a little too comfortable in talk show mode, where guests make up horseshit panel stories all the time. How he thought he could get away with that is beyond me.

He scheduled all his parties around them.

He's afraid they might accidentally blow half his face off.

Porn of amateurs, by amateurs and for amateurs shall not perish from the earth!

I just dropped a deuce. You're welcome.

More like "Cultural Douchebag," amirite?

It actually was about 25 when the audience first debuted in the Kilborn version.

You're thinking of Remote Control.

Independent producers of non-union VH1 shows get residuals? I doubt that very much.

I really wanted my own copy of the Cram Big Dumb Book of Stupid Lists.

While the lines are still funny on the page, Hank Azaria's increasingly incredulous tone makes them so much funnier.

I thought it was hilarious at the time because I think all of these sort of whodunit cliffhangers are ridiculous, and I didn't care at all who Cartman's father was. It was very satisfying to see the creators of the show poke the eyes of my more heavily-invested friends.

Worst Show Ever!