We should have gotten a parody Jim Carroll song at the end of IW listing all the characters who died.

No wonder she’s so thirsty. I’d be too if I spent the day drinking milk and corn syrup. Christina needs to hydrate.

PJ Harvey is a goddess. It’s not even fair.

It ain’t no good if there’s too much wood.

The solution is more tigers. More tigers, more tiger food.

Not a terrible movie at all! Depressing and not perfect - but terrible? come on!

Well, dang. I hope wherever his soul ends up he gets as good of a deal as “50 dollars plus time served”. Night Court and David Letterman (pelted us with rocks and garbage, Larry Bud Melman, on and on) were part of my early teens television viewing and the topic of discussion on our 20 mile bus ride each day.

Strange women lyin’ in ponds distributin’ swords is no basis for a YA book or Netflix series.

If you leave too much space between the words, they can wriggle out of their cages.

“Once zey go up [the waterslide], who cares where zey come down [or whether their heads are still attached]? Zat’s not my department,” said Werner von Braun.

He weekends in Florida so my guess is St. Petersburg.

“I’m done. I’m out,” Parrott said. “SPLC has won. Matt Parrott is out of the game. Y’all have a nice life.”

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Oh, memories!

Both relevant and hilarious.

I remember that! That entire show was a walking STD.

They already made that show, it was called Rock of Love with Brett Michaels. There was literally a woman who wrote a poem for him on the back of a “what to do now that you have an STD” handout she got from a clinic.

The Bachelor; STD Sexlympics.

Just throw in some novocaine for the soul to make it taste better.