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Didn't think I'd hear a shout-out to the Stretch Truck Stop in Fond du Lac. My family lives in Fond du Lac (city motto: if God gave Wisconsin an enema, He'd put it in Fond du Lac), and my cousins used to live in the trailer park right by there.

If your name is Raleigh Moncrief, you should be legally required to wear an ascot at all times.

Oh, shit. I haven't thought about that show in years.

One Nation Under Sex (and yes, I know it was co-written by Larry Flynt, but it was very well-researched in addition to being sleazy and entertaining as hell) presents evidence that J Edgar Hoover was almost certainly homosexual, but probably not a cross-dresser. Or at least, there's no evidence that he cross-dressed

The Pirates of Penzance had a yard sale.

I'm a huge fan of the cheap music video aesthetic of the early '90s because it put the emphasis on dancing (and to a lesser extent, close-ups). See also O.P.P. It's just fun.

But the lyric is "Best find a surgeon," not "best finest surgeon."

Aw, yeah! It's a great day to be an overeducated white female.

Faygo?

It did come out on VHS. I rented it about 15 years ago and enjoyed it. I don't think it's out on DVD, though.

I did laugh at the cop who looks like Kevin Federline.

"Cube is drunk on booze and weed at this point, so it’s possible that he’s hallucinating."

It's in character for him to *have* fart shoes, but it would be more in character for him to call them whoopee cushion shoes.

I finally gave up on Klausner this week in the middle of the interminable leg-waxing story. I liked the podcast for a while, and I enjoyed her book, but I can't handle that level of self-absorption every week.

Obligatory mention of Tabitha Soren.

B+ is right on for Gucci Gucci. I was obsessed with that song for about a week this summer. It's not good, per se, but I love swaggery rap and cheap music videos.

Clueless with a side of coked-up, at least in his Mandy Moore-dating heyday.

Either "Skills to Pay the Bills" by the Beastie Boys, which  is admittedly, not a great song, but it gets me really pumped up. Or "Da Mystery of Chessboxing," which is a great song and also gets me really pumped up.

I like this post because it's an interesting comment, but I don't want to click Like because I don't actually like the fact that glass blowers die young.

Jackie Clarke had a funny character when she was on. I wish I could remember more details, but I feel like it was like a Marissa Wompler, but 15 years older and embittered.