"Ayuss to ayuss."

Did I do wrong?

Oh I'm sorry, the correct answer was "what is brains brains brains brains brain brains?"

[setting: pitch meeting]
"So my idea—and hear me out on this—is to create a show…about a zombie…something or other."
*executives stand up, applauding*

The thing's not worth a raspberry tart. And now for a hit of some delicious Salisbury crag!

I'm going to shut up now, as a lot of people seem to be stroking their wrenches.

No! Dad! WHAT. ABOUT. YOU?

I'm legitimately thrown by the word "respectively" here, but I give you the benefit of the cancer, I mean doubt. EDIT: it's either been fixed or the second part was there all along and my brain just skipped it (the latter being more likely). Cancer-free apologies to all!

My dear old eggs, I fear this thread has gone a little pear-shaped.

I still get a bang out of the Onion's article about Thomas maintaining that "the ass-slapping was never done in an inappropriate manner".

As Leonard Cohen said, there ain't no cure for love.

Et tu, Dikachu?

Billy Boy cares not for accents that are not easily available on his keyboard, but fine: I'm sorry, Mexico. I'm sorry for what I did to your country.

MLK: setting the slaves free in the 1960s. That man could do anything.

A gentle tweaking of his spelling foibles, good sir. And I'm a dick. I'm sure Gentle Herpes can handle it—it's not like he's a big baby or something.

I KNOW WHAT HE MEANT LAST SUMMER

Que, senor?

Yeah, R.L. Burnside didn't need a fancy guitar to sound awesome. I like the sound I can get out of mine.

I never listen to them anymore either, but I will admit to being pleased whenever "When the Levee Breaks" comes on.

I have a shitty squire tele now, but when I was 14 I had a les paul. The tone wasn't great, and it was way harder to play than a fender. It was only a LP studio model, so that might be why it wasn't very good.