It was all really fortuitous. I never really tweet, but I happened to think to ask you about when B&T might return so I could post about if anybody would be interested, and you were gracious enough to tell me the first B&T of the season was going up the very next day. Then we got exactly enough people to fill two…

Yay! Denver at K.C. Peyton Manning's Duct Taped-on Arm beat He Who Does Not Throw To Wide Receivers last night.

Not as good as their steamed hams, but you would know.

But first you have to bring him his blue windbreaker.

The Stoner Dollar alone would make it a viable product, dammit.

I'm still waiting on them to bottle just the nuclear orange cheese powder and the precious ranch dust in shaker containers so I can make extra flavorful chips, popcorn, etc.

I've missed both him and Sid the Cussing Rabbit

…and your greasy hair

Oh yeah. Big hitter, the Glazer.

I just found it again:

Beat you to it

I'm still in awe of the story Kelly Lynch tells during her Random Roles interview about how whenever Bill "or one of his idiot brothers" sees that Road House is on t.v. ("and they're always watching t.v.") they'll wait for the love scene between her character and Patrick Swayze's, then call her husband, Mitch Glazer,…

Ah. That guy sure does end up spending a lot of time in electric chairs. Here's yet another one:

Was it this one?

With lyrics like "Now if you will be my lover/I will shiver insane/But if you can be my master/I will do anything" and "I got a little angel, want a little danger/
Honey you're gonna feel my hand" the suggestion is there, I think. More cowbell is just a bonus.

Oh yeah. The Riddler has even come up with some pretty horrible dead parent jokes to taunt Batman, like "How are Batman's parents like a bowling ball?" Answer: They both travel down alleys and have holes in them.

The opening paragraph referring to the dream sequence as "classic" reminded me of a sort of interesting fact, which is that Alice in Wonderland—still my favorite of the Disney films from when I was a kid—was a box office disappointment and was critically derided when it was originally released in 1951. The critics…

The Stooges used sleigh bells to create a holly, jolly ode to sexual submission

Let me call my boy Perseus…

It should have its own "Dwarf Zombie" subsection