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I'm pretty sure my parents don't like music. They would never describe it that way, but it certainly doesn't do anything for them. Anything that goes beyond the simple note-by-note plinking of a melody sounds like "screeching" (their word) to them. (In the video below, they would be Lucy.) If there's a gene that

"There's a Jefferson Airplane here to see you!"

Pretty much sums up my feelings toward this show. I bailed shortly after Chris Meloni left, as I found his replacements deadly dull. Now Richard Belzer and Dann Florek are gone, too. Throw in the ridiculous twist they took with Marcia Gay Harden's character and, well, I just can't be bothered anymore.

Would that be Chekov's gun?

A long time ago, I was in the Navy in Pensacola. I don't know how much it's changed, but I can't imagine how bad you have to be to get kicked out of a Navy town for partying too hard.

Jiffy Squid! How did that not catch on?

Maybe they just didn't want to go up against the Oscars with a really good episode.

And they're holding Emil Sitka's picture! "Hold hands, you lovebirds!"

I would watch the hell out of that.

I laughed more at this episode than I have since they went to London.

Especially if they continue having "casting coups" as good as this episode's.

"Is this landmine still functional?"
"Partially."

"Announcer and sidekick to the country singer Tennessee Ernie Ford."

Somewhere there's a band looking for a name …

Nah, he's just alright.

The friends were the kind of people I'm pretty sure don't even get naked to take a shower. Hence the awkwardness.

Twelve-year-olds don't usually have exes.

My ex once picked up an "Extended Cut" of Stripes in a bargain bin to take to a get-together with friends. The extra footage and deleted scenes didn't really add anything to the movie I was already familiar with—except for several minutes of P.J. Soles naked. I'm not normally one to put "P.J. Soles naked" and

My home state got Elvis. Between the two of us, that's half the Million Dollar Quartet right there.

So many great Louisiana-born musicians, and the best seller is Tim McGraw? Now I'm sad.