The name’s Godot, not Go-don’t.

I’ll only kill you if I can follow the Rules of Engagement.

It’s like they’re not afraid to go there!

Just Shoot Me.

ugghh

Hot take: “Radar Love,” by Golden Earring, is relevant to today’s youthful ideas of romance.

Go back to your Ramen noodles and Spaghetti-O’s!

Uggh, what a night I had. I could use a big cup of Dennis Perkins for an eye-opener!

And I saw that episode of King of the Hill.

Big Little Lies, Season 2: Robbin’ Season

Celeste: Madeline! I thought you were dead.

Not until Meg Ryan dumps him for Sammy Hagar.

“Oh, no!” the bartender would say, I imagine.

Depending on what it’s wrapped around, I think I may know the source of his discomfort.

Anyone remember that time Orval Faubus tried to make out with all those Little Rock students?

“most notably, 13-year-old girls portrayed by a 25-year-old and a 30-year-old.”

Meh. SMILF, SCHMILF, I say.

Recently began listening to American Recordings by Johnny Cash, and lordamercy has it been a beautiful and haunting ride.

...and It Pounded My Butt: A Sci-Fi Erotica, by Chuck Tingle.

That image looks like it should be set to mournful banjo music, and after a camera focuses on each face, the whole thing just burns up.