C'mon!

Ooh, I know you can't say anything, but I'm imagining the behind the scenes dirt.

That scene is the closest we'll get to a live action Homer Simpson.

I will agree that Jill had her eye on the clock and the door for a while. I would also agree that Ben is a calming presence and I would say that Cenk absolutely needs a permanent co-host like Ben or Michael Shure to keep him grounded.

I've been watching TYT for seemingly forever, but I still miss Ben and Jill. And their pop culture commentary is pretty "Man, that Snookie is a embarrassing drunk but she sure makes a lot of bank" surface-level stuff.

I was so certain we were going to have some wacky hijinks with the twin's mother's clothing. Perhaps either some snottiness from Caroline looking down on the mother's degree of wealth or having Caroline reminisce fondly when she used to have that brand of fancy pants toilet paper.

SleepFUCKING in Spanish, of course.

I'm Unitarian too, mostly because I didn't want my kids to learn about Jesus on the playground and think that the new Bible with a Pokemon sticker on the front that his friend gave him is kickass.

Two things;

So, if you listen the Toronto Doug Loves Movies this week you will hear about me and my pinata.  I knew that this was my one shot to be on DLM, so I swung for the fences and made the most over the top thing I could. It came out okay and it looked like the cartoon version of Doug on his website, but rounder and more…

While I appreciate the lower middle class lifestyle of the Hecks (more than I care to, actually), what really gets me is Brick's intense love of reading. I was consistently ridiculed by my mom and younger brother for "always having my nose stuck in a book" and I still rarely leave the house without book to this day. …

I watched the whole video and I too am unclear why I did so.

And it's companion piece, "The Home Economics Story" with Kay and her 10 Pound Potty.

MST! That's where I'm a viking!

Oh totally! That commercial has to be the most bizarre ad I have ever seen and provided my husband and I with one of our longest lasting in-jokes.

Oh Walter Monheit, you are the living end!

I get massively turned on by spambots letting me know where I can get hott women and gr8t deals on shoes.

So? What was the flagging offense?

And here I thought I was going to go through the whole day without a Hapsburg Lip reference.

I always write "CAT FUD" on the grocery list and only I see it.