I can't claim to sing it all a capella. I have the able accompaniment of my noisy ride.

I'm not as big a fan of the RTS album. I only gave it the cursory first listen and judged it not as good as his earlier stuff, etc, and haven't listened to it since.

I always knew that story could've ended sooner. Would punching the book get the same results? I need this information before I read my son his bedtime story tonight.

Kahn, I'm sure you're not the first to mention that, nor I the first to respond with "yeah, I'm glad you mentioned that because what the hell is that about?" but here we are. And so it goes.

I think it was on the website, but same-same if you ask me.

I went out for my birthday this month and made the following conclusions:

Too true Quirk. They're cute as a button until they start getting irregular borders.

Smack, you and David Sedaris could write a novel about familial relationships for the ages.

Ellie, when I peripherally saw your picture up there, I saw a penis. Now, here's what I think: similar to when you stare at a color long enough, you can look away and see the color's complement, I believe I have stared too long at the word "boobs" here today.

OTP, against my better judgment, I'm snort laughing.

Riff, while I don't think it's inherently bad that you overshared, I am now frustrated with you, Kyle Ryan, and all the others who have brought my heart up to my throat at work. I can't work like this! Everything's too blurry.

Paul Rudd has quite a gay fan base. I think it's that dance he does. It's like gay hypnosis.

I'm fully straight for Paul Rudd, but equally gay for Feist. I don't even listen to her music much, but after seeing her stoned out of her gourd in that angel costume on the Colbert Christmas special, I wanted her to take me under her wing.

He actually was very good at not dying until he died, which he was also very good at. Something Elvis could take a lesson from.

Prison Wine is apparently omnipresent.

Sadly, my movie references are rarely topical or appropriate, and tend to leave the air thick with an unsaid "get it?…GET IT?" afterward. At least it's unsaid, though, right?

Fritzy, I've held a similar theory about crazy kamikaze squirrels who sit at the roadside until you get near them, at which point they bolt out in front of you.

Tree? He is no tree!

Does the 2% bird gene in them render them fecally incontinent?

As opposed to electric, PW? Is that for a new toy in your secret annex? When performing nasty, dirty deeds on your guests, always think "Safety first." Get a carbon monoxide detector. Don't want them passing out before the big finish, after all.