Sean O'Neal's championing of the Taco Bell Bell would be explained rather elegantly if he were the Taco Bell Bell.

We have a little saying in South Carolina: if you're going to pay to have a dog piss on your leg every Easter, you better have the apology cake baked and ready in time for the fourth of Joo-lie. *winks at camera*

Snuff's 1998 album, "Tweet Tweet My Lovely" has my all-time favorite punk song, "Take Me Home (Piss Off)". I don't generally listen to punk, but that song is a motherfucking corker with battleships for boots. Also, I'm a sucker for a working-class London accent.

Ahh. I was unaware of that stereotype. I remember that Omar Little smokes Newports on The Wire (which, for a menthol, have quite a bit of nicotine, from what I recall).

"Distasteful and puerile" - a panel of hillbillies

KFC is one of those rare foods that can actually give me a hangover. I'm guessing the 11 herbs and spices are mostly various kinds of salt.

*backs away from thread, glancing at the rising needle on the shitstorm barometer*

Huh? How did we get onto cigarettes? And how come I can't find no goddamn Luckies anywhere? Cut me a switch!

His Zorba the Freak hat?

He's so fat, when he sits around the house he only gets up when absolutely necessary.

Well Farley Mowat lived to be 92, and he looked a bit like Martin. It's not outside the range of possibility that Martin will live long enough to dance on the death of the world. In fact, we may have to kill him before he kills us.

*raises a spotted, turnip-juice-slathered hand in solidarity*

My god, that means you were sober when you went there. Probably.

That James Fenimore Alice Cooper knows a lot about the Algonquins.

♫ Welcome to my nightmare…♫

We don't have White Castles in the godforsaken wilderness where I live. I tried their sliders for the first time a couple of years ago, and to be honest they tasted like dog food to me (I mean: crappy dog food—not that upscale dog food that rich people feed to their children).

Movies Featuring Lovable Scamps

When I was in junior high, me and my stoner friends would take out school library books about drugs. One of those library books had a list of side effects of LSD that included "a sudden appreciation for things".

I've saved a bottle especially for you, beema. *surreptitiously crushes up some Prozac and mixes it into the wine*

It can't be proper Dornish wine if it can be described by adjectives other than "sour" and "red".