What an utterly asinine comment. Whatever point you tried to make in your first comment just boiled away in a frothy scum of hatred and vileness in your response.

You can imagine the confusion when they called Him "Judas".

Meth is a hell of a drug.

Just give us the wood, and we'll build you a casket.

@avclub-6c6094f256f51e83fe02bce6091163e7:disqus : The sky was the limit.

I'd like to think he's plotting a celebrity prank to pull on Suzanne Plechette even now in the afterlife.

"Should your partner not know the answer, Bert Convey and Betty White will be flown over St. Mere-Egliese and dropped with a full combat load."

How dare I combine my love of Philadelphia institutions and the Civil War-era, you mean?

Tommy Lasorda better watch his ass.

Well.  This was somewhat unexpected.

Using flavored starch in your dress shirts?

The Aristocrats!

That was pretty smoove, @avclub-b20754d0f1e8ae843e00a8b39a667112:disqus .

Speaking of the ubiquity of that album: as a new freshman in the fall of 1991, the in-house priest (in his mid-50s) at my high school concluded his opening sermon to the assembled student body with the following request:

Well, can I have oatmeal instead of the baked beans then?

@avclub-bbb3af3d466d7231aa738ff95762091d:disqus : Maybe he meant "vesuvian": fulminous in its magnitude.

@avclub-d7f43e1fb2d4977c86163d9b0cb07814:disqus : Bill Hicks has something like your comment with his routine on his album "Dangerous": roughly, it's about buying numerous softcore porn videos in hotels, looking for some womanly T&A and only finding (since it's softcore) close up pictures of "hairy, bobbing man-ass".…

Damn.  Not too many actresses could pull off the lady pince-nez, that is for sure.

I too have something for your Mother…

C'mon @avclub-92a972196ae14b06997dc73a44c6cddd:disqus : it's just polystyrene.