And think of the boiled leather and nuncles he can repeatedly describe too.

Oh you. Never change.

Yanniglatchi?

Oh look, a random citizen who can kick a werewolf's ass.

We're going to do business the way my old man did! You, put a cloth on your head! You, swat at imaginary elves!

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Ahh, even now I can practically hear the haunting Torgo theme.

I know that feeling. One time I had to go get deodorant and pads. I was an awkward high schooler and my dad happened to be with me wandering up the feminine hygiene aisle, which only made me feel more awkward. The kicker was that the checkout guy was one of my classmates and I had to make small talk with him while…

Really Bruce Springsteen, Paul McCartney and Prince should just do the halftime show on alternating years until they die.

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Did someone call me?

We need a sequel so we can finally see the debauched sloth from the books on the big screen.

Seriously, I remember being 8 and thinking that it was a pretty lame show.

It's actually perfectly plausible to live in SF without being rich, you just have to lower your expectations from "living in your own apartment" to "living in a shared space the size of a cabinet."

Rowsdowermobile, away!

I generally agree, except that the Mike era has two of my absolute favorite skits ever: the Ingmar Bergman film and "Waiting for Gorgo."

Oh who am I kidding? I never went to Castleton.

No, hoo-man being… wait.

That was you?!?

hooraaaaay…