["Little Spanish Flea" played on record player] "And here comes the ovary-cheeked Lady in the Radiator. She'll have no reason to stomp the spermbug in this snappy ensemble, topped off with incredibly high-waisted pants that seem to scream "This is not a formica table!'"

You could try taking a Xanax. If you have no ED on Xanax, then you'll know that the ED is due to anxiety. I'm not suggesting that you use it more than once, though—that stuff is pretty addictive.

Yeah, his rationale for being freaked out about his age (i.e. that he's now halfway to 70) is absurd—he sounds like he's just inventing reasons to feel sorry for himself. Was it really that much better being halfway to 68? He complains that the gay community is shallow and obsessed with youth and beauty, but he's…

I've read that Bob Dylan had to re-record his part a bunch of times, as he was initially content to sing the actual melody. Eventually he figured out that they wanted him to sing like "Bob Dylan", meaning the big swooping glissandos/jizzandos found on Blonde on Blonde (and, I guess, Real Live as well).

I'm right beside you with a cool, refreshing glass of turnip juice in hand. I had a chance to see Andrew Jackson Jihad last weekend, but I listened to one song on youtube and concluded it would be better to wait till the guy learns how to sing better.

I like the idea of the hair migrating, as though there's a place in the world where unwanted body hair from other areas attaches to locals (like Portland, for example).

Even in Playboy? I remember the Playboy models usually had at least a cropped triangle the last time I checked, which is probably 10 years ago (the old man had a subscription, known as the "mystery magazine" because it came wrapped in black plastic). They also didn't show the labia, really, which made for a lot of…

♫ In Catholic school, I thought that penthouse ruled,
I wanked till my weiner bruised, to a lady in black;
And I held my tongue, as the ass of an old fat nun
Was filled with my clear young cum, and I've never looked back…♫

Had some laughs
Killed some time
Made some jokes
Killed more time
Cashed the check…

♫ Gonna paint your wagon, gonna paint it fine,
Gonna use oil-based paint, cuz the wood is piiiiine ♫

Oh I know—I was just grinding your corn (gently, gently). For comedy. Failed, failed comedy.

Yes yes, very good *absent-mindedly taps cigar ash on shambolic's head*. It was a two-part joke, part 1 being that your answer didn't relate to the first sentence of Ricky Coogin's post (this was meant playfully, as I enjoy you, and I meant no disrespect), part 2 was the use of baby seal fat as image that amuses me.

That would surely be a fatal amount of botox if her entire ass were composed of it; I'm pretty sure she used baby seal fat instead.

Yahh, and you know Grossman!

♫ If you walk away I'll walk away, you descended-from-tailors nutcase…♫

To make matters more annoying, they showed the first episode in western Canada. I downloaded the rest off of some extremely legal site, but I hate doing that. I ended up watching it with Spanish subtitles. I can't even seem to do that with Moone Boy season one, but then I look for avi files and those are more…

I'm partial to: "Massage therapists: the half-doctors, half-hookers who solve everything!" I think that was from two years ago. It's not something that I quote much because it's pretty context-specific, compared to, say, "yoink!" or "sinuses…packed…with meat!" (both of which can work in practically any situation).

I always thought that the overthrow of Morgoth would make a cracking good movie, provided they added in some stuff about rabbit-driven sleighs.

I hate that stage where they just glare and point at you when they deliberately shit their pants.

You did excellent work on the polar bear that's wanking itself while staring directly into the viewer's eyes and pointing directly at the viewer with his other paw.