Reck, I don't know what you're talking about. Watching nubile young women gasp and pant while dirty, hot vampires sunk their teeth into their necks in no way affected me.

Pilgrim, how is wearing a t-shirt that points to your hoo-ha a stripper outfit? Were there chaps?

So was I Spaceman. Sounds like your classes were tastier than mine, though.

Banmar, you work for Toys R Us?

I'm still trying to parse "twin five month year olds."

I think they covered that here, once. Drank? Was that it?

I don't know. I think I like Newbie 2.0 better. Rental statistics are sort of interesting. Sort of. Here's hoping this version doesn't self-destruct.

Don't cry for her, Canada. She doesn't. She gave a pretty bawdy talk at a breast cancer conference I went to a couple of years ago. She really irked the high society who paid for the whole thing. As a groundling, I applauded the whole show.

I'm not clear on her exact treatment history, but ol' Rue had breast cancer, so it's possible that ship has sailed.

Poochie has to go back to his home planet now.

But Betty White! Phel, back me up, here!

*opens an umbrella*

There were at least 8 of them. You probably only have two hands. Don't be greedy.

Modell is fresh dressed.

You beat me to it, Phel. I agree. And it bears repeating: Golden Girls AND Golden Palace!

Ohh, PB Crisps. Those were great. I never tried the jelly ones, but I could down a bag of the chocolate ones in one sitting.

Hurwitz
If it has Hurwitz' name on it, I'll at least give it a try. AD, Golden Girls AND Golden Palace. Say what you will, I loved them.

Alright, alright, guys. Tie-breaker:

Alright, Pilgrim, out with it, then. Bongos…go! Maybe if I eat some of staircar1's badass cookies, I'll be able to feel the bongos, if not actually hear them.

Oh, those weren't rhetorical questions? Ok. Sorry.