I can see the translation, though. And Oscar was looking it up on some phone app, so there's that.

I already said that!

Here, I think I can clear this up. @avclub-c25372bd6584a7ac9717d84eb0ddacff:disqus thinks this song is as authentically reggae as Rihanna, because they believe she is Jamaican.

Repeat to yourself "it's just a show."

Yeah, that open almost doesn't work until that last second reversal. The quick cutaway before the water has even had time to really land is priceless.

I thought they called people like her "fruits"?

Judging by these first casting choices, I wouldn't be surprised to find out that there will be occasional cameos by Buck Henry and Garrett Morris.

I give my baby love, and she pays me back with pity—the basest coin there is.

Let's go to Revere Beach, and later head over to Saugus and hit up the Square One Mall. Then we can grab a regalah coffee at the Dunkin's by Sully's Curve.

Why don't you breastfeed him? You appear to be capable.

"Sorry folks, I can't come back, I don't know how it works!"

My father touched my butthole, allowing me to discover electricity.

My father touched my butthole, allowing me to discover electricity.

"In the beginning, there was the story… of 2 strangers… created to live in a garden… and have their every choice monitored by an all-seeing deity… "hail, horror, hail"… to find out what happens… when people ignore arbitrary restrictions… and start getting fallen…

Geez, judging by your avatar, I'd figure it'd be more like "I've frisked a thousand young punks…"

I remember when all Comedy Channel showed one weekend was "MTV, Give Me Back My Life!"

Isn't that the plot of the 1997 Robin Williams/Billy Crystal vehicle Father's Day?

The blade that's filled with country goodness and brown fece-ness.

[Redacted for cracking a joke that had previously been cracked.]

Harry Potter and the Necromancer's Cokespoon.