I don't know what it is, but those proselytizing types leave you the fuck alone if you tell them you're Catholic. I don't know what they get taught about us, but it is like they're vampires and I just held up a crucifix.

I posit that John Wayne, in total, doesn't suck as much as people who revere him today tend to suck (paragon of bygone manliness, someone today's young punks need to be spanked by, etc.).

Senior thesis idea for history or political science students at the U of Tennessee: audit the voting for Most Likely to Succeed at Dolly Parton's high school, and see if she came in last. The tough part will be stretching this out to encompass larger societal attitudes toward marginalized people in mid-20th-century…

Don't need a hyperdrive for that quick comment!

She's in the chorus that sings, "Five-eight-eight, two-three-hundred. Empire!"

You bet he can — he's just such a bad pilot himself!

In college, I frequented a coffee shop that seemed to encourage erudite graffiti in its bathroom, since they would only remove run-of-the-mill things like tags, mindless obscenity, etc. They left alone things like shit-house poetry ("Here I sit / buns a-flexin' / giving birth to / another Texan"), running…

It's old-fashioned. I heard it as a young-in, back in the early 1990s. I'm surprised to see it used it 2017.

I learned some — but only some — of life's big lessons about discipline at my local quasidojo.

I call that one "starting a fire without matches."

You're a wayward son?

"Oh, thanks, Mr. Ruin the Picture for Me!"

"Hello, what have we here?"

Cue some hemorrhoid who goes on at length about the gravity on Hoth being different enough that the snow wouldn't get kicked up like it does on earth. Or that the snow is a mixture of frozen water and frozen something else.

To be fair, Fallon simply can't recall such a meeting, so it may have happened after all!

I dint know which is more bizarre: that Fallon has a ride at an amusement park, or that the shittiness of it is what sent you over the edge with him.

Are we still talking about late night comedy shows?

I'm glad you figured out what this pussy-grabber was talking about, because I sure couldn't. I am amazed that there are people who can still be under the impression that Colbert was actually a conservative talking head.

That scene made me laugh out loud in the theater because of Leo's head so intrusively blocking the view of her bush. The way the shot was composed, it was almost like they inserted his head (!) in post-production. The combination of prurience and prudishness was very funny to me.

The Shadow. I paid for that one, and almost asked for my money back