Well I, for one, loved Back to the Beach as a kid.

I love same-y sounding clumps of indistinct melancholia!

She's like egg nog in August: well past her expiration date.

@avclub-650791898dd05ac4d665569d95c8ba08:disqus  You're thinking of the Cheers where they set up the J/O chamber in the game room.

Frodo Into Real Sick Tats?

It's pronounced "E-bear".

1) Yes.

I accidentally bought Dorff on Golf and, while it was kind of dark, I felt it could have gone a little deeper.

That is straight up a movie. No doubt about it, that is people talking and doing things and they will project it on a screen in a theater.

But he left us with a legacy of moderately-priced shredded cheese products. That's right, his immigrant name was Dickaroni Sargento. True fact.

I would honestly rather watch a show about him since the character actually seems to have some depth and isn't a horrible person. In the absence of that, I'll continue to watch Girls.

It's actually Ray Romano. He's versatile!

Reverse nepotism is when you have a baby with your boss.

MASTER!

Girls is fucking acceptable entertainment!

I won a hip hop trivia contest two towns over.

I hope they make a movie of his life starring Ben Kingsley.

And that first CD…cost $1500. The player required a mortgage! Man the 80s were stupid.

Michael Cera in a Phil Spector wig, size Garfunkel.

How It's Made is awesome; even repeats I'm like, "You can never know too much about how pipes and canoes are made…on the same episode!"