“P.S.: Hey Goo, what’s new?”

Doug had a similar episode in which Mr. Bone thought he was a cool junior-high kid.

“We love T-bone! We love T-bone!”

A one that is not cold is hardly a one at all.

Hi kids, we’re home early…

Most audience members yell “BULLWINKLE!” after each “ROCKY!”; I always try to break it up with “ADRIAAAANNN!!!”

“Meat Sandwich” b/w “Birdhouse in Your Soul”

It’s an entirely different kind of ownership.

“Hello 2015!…Hello—2015!”

I was hoping Mazh would be the genre-blending follow-up to Bangerz.

OH JUMPING KODIAK JERRYZUCKER WHAT IS THAT VIDEO STILL SHOWING ME?!!

I read this as “Limbaugh actually does smell like dirty socks.”

Sammmm-Barrrr
Comin’ to the rescue

“Buy my counsel! Buy my counsel!”

Or, as Madonna prefers, spelled out in full, as in: “What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?”

Hohner’s double-reed division?

“Come On Eileen” joins “We Didn’t Start the Fire” in the pantheon of songs that suffer from Something Something Leonard Bernstein syndrome.

My high school American history teacher had the “We Didn’t Start the Fire” promo poster, from when Joel was hawking the song to teachers for its educational potential (according to her—if I can remember decade-old classroom memories).

I was reading Bill Bryson’s One Summer: America, 1927 recently, and he notes that mysterious, apparently anarchist-planned bombings were relatively common in the U.S. back then. Many of the perpetrators were never identified. Of course, I think (hope!) our forensic and crime prevention capabilities have improved…

I see what you did there.