I've always used Frank Grimes as the cautionary tale against following rules and refusing to see gray unto one's own demise. I'm kind of a Grimes, too, and while I like to think I'm much less of a jerkhole about it, it's not without lots of effort, and, honestly, I'm probably still a jerkhole. I turn to him as a…

It definitely made no sense at all not to at least demote him.  That's why it's so frustrating to watch - because it's so frustratingly close to reality.  I know I've seen a boss egregiously abuse privileges, get caught, and walk away unscathed because the person that hold the ax owes them a favor.  That's the kind of…

I remember hearing he had a pretty punchable personality as well.  As first-hand experience goes, though, I agree about the face.

Throw in the Fez accent, and I'm there.

The idea is to make them drag the stove around with them wherever they go. That way they're
a) too tired to run away ifyouknowwhatimean, and
b) sculpting a very excellent little butt from all that stove dragging

No, no, no. His littleness is part of what makes his intense shout-ranting so perfect. Pad that in fat, (and sweat, because there would be buckets) and it's less intense, more gross.

Grocery list. Look at all those people at his door. They look hungry, and I bet they don't just want tea, thank you.

Shhh…don't talk. Lose the ears. Leave the wig on.

The kids across the street from you sound cute and whimsical. Approved!

You shouldn't. It's genius. I'm never sure which gun to stare at.

Well done, Frito. I hope you don't mind if I use that as often and as inappropriately as possible. Cuz I will.

It's funny, because when I saw the Camel Guy, I got the immediate impression that the ads were written by his ex-wife. She bled him dry in the divorce after he cheated on her, and now revels in his being lonely and stranded in the jungles of God-forsaken Wherever.

Nicely done, but a little glib. I like my Caruso delivered more succinctly. B+

OK, but I call dibs on "HILLBILLY FLAPJACK."

Bravo. Best typo I've seen all day, and that's after reading a doctor's note reporting that a patient was being cured of her anus.

*porn, not "a porn"

Savage Love does blur the line a little after a while.

*snicker* I just checked, and yeah, I see the nose thing. But the hair? That awesome jbf hair? Hard as I try to think it's ridiculous, I only ever end up wanting to see how many shapes I could make it take if I … dammit, shut it down, GES!

Alright now, I wouldn't use Twilight to paper my dog's kennel any more than the rest of you, but Sugar, are you blind? That kid is gorgeous. When he doesn't look nauseated, anyway.

Yakkity Sax, Yakkity Sax. That's your answer to everything!