“All right. It’s Saturday night, I have no date, a two-liter bottle of Shasta, and my all-Rush mixtape. LET’S ROCK.”

This movie recalls an old Futurama episode where Bender uses his old-school arcade skills to fight off Space Invaders. Best line: “All right. It’s Saturday night, I have no date, a two-liter bottle of Shasta and my all-Rush mixtape. LET’S ROCK.”

Little did he know that his body would be frozen and stored beneath the Magic Kingdom so that future scientists can reanimate him.

But, but the target was a person of “power.”

I got a kick out of how that show’s producers recruited the palest people they could find.

The attendee gave such a Comic Book Guy answer.

On tap? Damn. What are popular brands? Korbel? Christian Brothers?

Isn’t brandy guzzled by one gallon per adult in your state, or do I have my stereotypes mixed up?

A few incidents:

So have you tasted guacamole with peas?

Now I’m hungry for white corn guac.

Believe it or not, the combo actually works. Ditto with white corn.

An interesting thing is that Jello later backed off on his old views on Brown and said he’s actually not bad, compared to Reagan’s ilk that took power in the 80’s.

Ahem, they prefer “erotic” films*

*or porn flicks with arthouse pretensions.

There’s also Richard “Ello, Guva’nah!” Quest:

As if this article will change Dolezal’s mind and cause her to retract everything. It’s time for the media to move on.

I recall when she was considered to be a Serious, Deep-Thinking Artist 25 years ago, and you had to ask a friendly Tower Records clerk to let you browse her Provocative Statement on Sex Culture:

He’s sour for not being paid enough dough.

I’ve had two white high school English teachers who identified as “black” just because they loved black lit and hung around many blacks. Their predominately white students just couldn’t buy the pretension.