I'll say!

I do apologize for offending your delicate sensibilities, though. Seems you nearly caught the vapors—might I suggest, Mr. Oates, you do with fewer layers of crinoline in your petticoats?

It's not a gag, it's God's honest truth. And I'm only me.

Precisely. I'd happily put up with a Heigl-type's brittle bitchiness if it means getting to stick my face between her thighs and make her squirm. Indeed, I'm currently letting a girl who is so out of my league it ain't funny take up way too much of my money and time for just such an honor. Sure, she is completely…

Actually, she keeps getting jobs like this because the kind of character she plays is a type many women identify with, just as many women identify with the four women of Sex and the City even though none of them has a personality remotely attractive to the kinds of people who post to web sites like this one.

Yes, me too. Personality gots nuthin to do with nuthin when it comes to sex—women taught me that.

Salon or Slate—I think it was Salon—ran an article saying that The Sopranos was the ultimate chick show, in large part for how well it captured the mother/daughter dynamic.

Sarek and the Romulan Commander. Benedetto and Buntz.

I used to feel like I should pay more attention to this woman
Now I don't. Thanks, MIA!

In Italian it sounds much nicer.

Mad Magazine's parody of Diff'rent Strokes hinged on the fact that Arnold was top banana.

Vaginas are sublime. I've been hopelessly in love with them since I was twelve.

This colored kid would be angry if he wasn't laughing so hard, ya prick.

What would have made more sense (haven't seen the film) is if Gervais gave up on Garner and found love with, say, Tina Fey. Thing is, the Tina Fey's of the world—no matter how much they complain about heir unattrtactiveness—perceive themselves as being out of a the Gervaises' league. Things are shallow all over.

Also, there is real affection there and they are both insanely hot and so…

Bravo, Mr. Grimm! Clobberin' all around!

Also, she has-a the nice-a tits!

Was never much of a metal fan
But just from his bit in The Pick of Destiny, he seemed pretty cool. This is a pity.

I rememeber when my school used our six digit student id numbers for grades, which was great, but then they switched to using our social security numbers, which wasn't.

Roman Polanski is my name, making cinematic masterpieces is my game. Raping used to be my game—