That's right, pal.  There's a point at which the jokes must stop.

Stop killing these musicians.  Thank you.

At least you caught him when he still had two lungs.

Oh riddre twrn of Bethrehem how stirr we see thee riiigh…

I'd like to hear more about these Black Ticks, Dick Lips and Sheriff Lobo.

These songs seem to be awfully sexually suggestive.  Is that common for this type of music?  It's a wonder they ever got any airplay. 

They are apparently independently wealthy.

One of the nicest things about the Internet is the chance for people to correct other people about things in space movies.

Costumes and wardrobe courtesy of the Goodwill down the street.

Had they bothered to look over the cliff, they could have seen the Bumble bouncing for themselves.

I believe he also hires Keanu Reeves and an electronic parking meter to help.  And they do.

That was also a marvelous episode of Stroker and Hoop.

You'd probably like "The Christmas When Everyone Shat Themselves," too. 

You hurry along and watch it again.

Let's not forget the Gene Autry roots of the song.

I assume you also mean stoned on reefer.

I assume you mean stoned on reefer.

Some people have a funny idea about what a movie is supposed to be.  This should do at least as well at the box office as the talking food movie, although perhaps a bit better due to the guest stars.

All of the cherished icons of your youth are dying.

Too much bourbon.