This is good news for locals who want to re-zone their properties from residential to infernal.

That's always a big draw at the grammar rodeo

"call Marge re: horror"

For me it was Tommyknockers, though that book did teach me a lot about vaginal tentacles

Should probably clarify that it's Oculus' Mike Flanagan

You're right—raw oysters are quite reminiscent of jizz.

Hey I'm also married to an anaesthesiologist named Rainbow—can I get in on those sweet, sweet damages?

The estate of Robert Johnson would like a word with you.

Eh, I didn't say he was innocent or guilty. I'm not going to speculate on it.

Well, that and he never admitted that it happened.

Well we are bereft of Heath here in Canada, but as Pastafarian says they are slightly different.

Who doesn't. I mean, apart from Xanderpuss' stepdad, Roland.

"Something's gotta be done!" - Trump's plan for everything

Eh! Welcome to the club, buddeh!

The post didn't get the level of close scrutiny he's come to expect from Team Dachau, though.

Straight Outta Compton was pretty good though. Paul Giamatti should've got an Oscar for that. *runs out of a.v. club giggling*

Show Derp some respect!

The speaker has definitely spent a lot of time with the subject—there's the sense that they used to be friends ("its flaws were what made us have fun"). I think there is an element of envy about wealth in the song, for sure—and the speaker is finding consolation pointing out the subject's lack of artistic talent.

I'll have to content myself with your recent chapbook of pony poems.

"It was the hour of the limping capon, and the lamprey pie was twisting his guts into a Mereenese knot."