"Nothing much at all…"

Hitchens was right about everything. Look how he called Iraq.

Uh-guh-guh-guh-guh-guh-guh!

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With help from Susan Sarandon—to help him build his thighs up.

Too soon.

Me, too—a far more sophisticated (and dark: "ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?") take on the same theme.

Maybe he knocked her up, like in Bowie's "Young Americans." I always took "Praying for the End of Time" as being a flashforward of several years.

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That's deep.

Lisa needs a blanket party!

I dunno but 7, 8, 9!

First World hauntings.

NEEEeeeeeeee, er, uh, erds!

Hide your kids. Hide your wife. Hide your husband, too, cause they're casting everybody out here.

Incept dates.

I read that as "Bloom ran off like a walruss."

Seconded. So long as the adverb does not impede clarity, splitting infinitives is fine.

Best to keep it on the down low, son!

Menthols are also associated with us black folk. I like Pall Mall menthol. Newports are overpriced crap.