Rapp'd like a douche under cover of hair.

On The A.V. Club,
It's not the first haiku day.
It is the second.

Now I get a taste of the Disqus acid, too! [barfs]

Scott Weiland is the Bose speaker to Layne Staley's laptop soundbar. Similar timbre, but one's more buzzy and lacking in the low end.

Aw, now I feel bad for not realizing it was her. There are some Newswire posts by various non-O'Neal writers where I get halfway through, pause, check the byline, and internally mutter, "Yup, I thought so."

I once saw a military rock combo play "Interstate Love Song" in uniform. It was kind of surreal.

Chew-bock-ehhh
Chew-bock-ehhh
Chew-bock-ehhhh, ehh, ehhhh.

Mark L. Walberg. And, sure, Mark Wahlberg too.

"Can't—he's got a date with the Brawny man."

…of crock?

The Prodigy would like a word.

I preferred Pippin Knucklebones myself.

POOCHINSKI.

I think the worst CG animation I've seen would be a movie called The Prodigy, which had a talking panda kung fu master and two humans with maybe three facial expressions. I watched it with my brother (who masochistically ordered the DVD for its schlockiness), and the making-of featurette cruelly interviewed production…

I usually try to avoid leaving my words open to this kind of thing. I even thought about that phrase in particular, but it seems I didn't quite make it invulnerable.

Wait…is that spokesmodel not Amanda Bynes? Hunh.

I prefer Slug Signorino's diagram, courtesy of The Straight Dope: http://www.straightdope.com…

I thought the pig was in a minivan going "Wheeee" all the way home.

When they aren't on screen, we want everyone to ask, "Where're the cavemen?"

Before adding, "We love you everyday. I hope I'm talking loud and clear."