One of my friends accidentally got one of them killed by sneezing during a "DON'T MOVE" event.

JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!

Is it St. Swithin's Day already?

I put the amount of "bad" biscuits that I had to eat at conservatively seventeen billion.

Yes! My monstrously powerful teenaged metabolism was also circa 1995, so all the planets aligned on power-eating Arch Deluxes.

That's so Kafkaesque.

The last "specialty" burger you did that actually tasted *good* was the McDLT and I bet most fans would agree.

I did accidentally flirt with Cassandra, but luckily, she shut me down so I could go pursue Dorian, who was my preference all along. Hot gay mage love, coming through!

And I appreciate reading your comment in Brittany's voice.

No joke: Drunk History has completely changed my perspective on the legacy of Rosa Parks, even as I laughed my ass off through the Claudette Colvin segment.

I liked both of them. SUCK ON THAT!

I can't really disagree with any of the criticisms in this review, but by the same token…

You can fuck two things.

Oh, quit your blubbering.

My go-to from The Critic is: "You talk too much, talking cat." Often said internally when someone is going on and on and on.

Yeah, after I posted that comment I decided to poke around again and found that. I'm already surreptitiously watching it at work.

We had Mother Love taped off PBS, and I must have watched the whole thing ten times. I can't find it anywhere these days (neither our old tape nor a DVD), and I miss it something fierce.

That you like dudes named Andrew. Duh.

Oh, Brian!

I believe I said this last season too, but I just love that Vanessa Gekko is human.