My word is my passport, verify me.

The whole place is a VIP lounge.

Pandas-n-Beer. Drunken Pandas. The new World of Warcraft expansion?

I like "Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?"

Unlike the less popular Big-Butt-Book-of-Brett-Butler.

There was far less fanfare for the first James Franco kissing James Franco image of the year.

Gunmetal Gray was the name of a shade of paint I used to use on my Warhammer miniatures, which were pretty realistic.

Babes don't dig Edwardian England?

We should all take a moment of silence to appreciate that Flavor of Love metaphorically shat upon us the phenomenon of the reality contestant taking an accidental dump on the floor.

Regardless of his political ideology, I never trust a man wearing a sweater-vest.

These buns aren't going to bake themselves!

But you know that in his heart he still pines for Brigitte Nielsen.

Music to herald the inevitable global apocalypse of 2012.

If the audience isn't sexually attracted to the zombies then they are doing something wrong.

If you're going to stay here and die then I am going to also! No, not you … the white one.

She's more machine now than woman.

With Robin Quivers sitting uncomfortably in the audience. 

In the jacuzzi, later.

BLOprah.

Ever since he got that hook-hand his words-per-minute has fallen precipitously.