Fecal Mist would also be a good name for a celebrity perfume.

Uh, Russel? Idiotking is gay. Generalization is allowed.

Idiotking, I can't believe it's not butter.

The mayo you buy in a jar or squeeze bottle at the store is disgusting. The mayo you make at home, or is whipped up by a chef at a restaurant, the stuff that's just eggs, olive oil and lemon juice, is de-lish.

Thanks, Regular!

Goddammit, lexicondevil, you just said what I wanted to say about Carole King and Tapestry. Natural Woman is a love song. Not every song by a woman about men or a man in particular is an anthem.

It's not being pro- or anti-feminist, Jordo. Jolene was never intended to be a feminist anthem to begin with. It shouldn't be on this list at all. It's just another heartbreak song.

By the way, it's good to see you back, Riff, you Claire's wrist cuff wearer you.

She used to be able to write her own songs, and her first album—The Woman In Me, I think—was decent, but then she took a wrong turn straight into that terrible hybrid of country and pop that's not good music in either genre.

I'd easily give up 5 of the 6 orgasms for a higher wage.

Does anyone else appreciate the brilliance and weirdness of Binky?

We just got a Five Guys here, but meh. I'd rather eat pie, the Food of the Gods.

Caucasians, In-n-Out burgers AND lingonberry pancakes!

Bourdain's made me hungry for just about anything except the roasted warthog asshole, or whatever it was.

In the parents department, I lucked out with a pair who stocked a full bar with all the mixing equipment. I was fairly familiar with mixed drinks before I turned 21. I can't remember not being comfortable with ordering at the bar.

If I had to pick the hottest male AV Club commenter, I would say ricin beans simply because he doesn't talk about his looks and his girlfriends, doesn't elaborate on his physical shape nor his job. Therefore, according to the law of the universe that says he who brags is compensating for something, ricin has to be…

I'm 100% German, but unlike Idiotking, Italian cuisine always gets my stomach hot—and Big Night is just super when you're on a diet and then OH MY GOD, meat-and-eggs-pastry-drum craving hits you.

Since, like Leonard Pierce and Haysoos, I weigh one hundred million pounds, just about anything lovingly devoted to food—like Claire, I should probably stop watching the Food TV Network—makes me hungry.

I'm sorry I missed this topic a couple days ago. I just wanted to add I've seen Aguirre, Nosferatu, Fitzcarraldo, and My Best Fiend and loved them all. I definitely need to get around to renting Encounters and Stroszek.

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