1. USA.

I brought up Arthur with a group of eighteen college freshmen the other day. None of them knew who Arthur was.

The hairstyles on MASH (add *** as needed) were lazy, but what I remember as most un-GI were Hot Lips' nipples.

She could go into business with Chris Christy. Then the restaurant would be Christy Todd and Chris Christy's Ruth's Chris.

Oh, good God. That's Pee Dee sauce, you knucklehead, and it is indeed foul. But there are four distinct barbecue regions in SC (neither NC-ians nor we call ourselves "Carolinians" because fuck the other guy).

Christy Todd Whitman mentioned that joke as an example of why scientists don't communicate well with the public. I think it's brilliant and worth a dozen lameass bazingas.

That came this close (fingers a quarter inch apart) to being a joke.

But are these succulents cromulent?

Why would I want to grind burrs?

Nancy ("Blow Job Queen of Hollywood") Reagan had standards and would not have allowed a single one of those people in the White House.

As a South Carolinian, a fan of barbecue, and a person who was born in the twentieth goddam century instead of on a nineteenth century plantation, I was stunned recently to find that Lake High is the president of the Barbecue Association, He guided Bourdain around when he was looking for a barbecue joint.

Mr. Aikman might just have been knocked upside the head a time or two.

Jesus God. Another day to forget and make my wife despise me even more.

Look. Either they put their feet on the couch or they slouch. It's up to you, libbercompoop.

Too damned many quotation marks.

Goddammit.

The library at the College of Charleston used to have a section called the John Henry Dick Wing.

That's Vera Wang, whose name means "True Penis."

FUCK 2016!

FUCK. You let her out of the Memory Hole!