It also came out the year that I took two classes about the media's relationship with politics (one a serious one taught by my advisor and one by and adjunct who removed and wrung out his socks before I met with him.) Guess which class we watched the movie (and quite a bit of The Daily Show) in.

That makes a second reason for the movie to exist. The first: the B-52's are credited as the BC-52's on the soundtrack.

I remember Tom Arnold, which was the indication that they weren't on the salvation rocket, but rather on the one being fired straight into the sun.

Ever since I spent a weekend at a friend's house and watched two straight days of Rescue Me, I haven't been able to binge watch. Even if I'm watching TV for a while, Inhave to switch up shows every couple of episodes.

I've never seen those two, but There's Something About Mary also features actors/characters (not sure, to be honest, but I would have to think that the Mary's brother was acting) who are developmentally disabled.

Or maybe a reverse-Dorian Gray that begins with him looking like an old man and reverses backwards while Steve-O ages forwards.

The octuplet episode had some good jokes (Homer grilling the full cans of beans, "a love-eight relationship," the scene where everyone admits to giving Manjula fertility drugs).

After they get told they can't have laundry fights.

His nickname in Party Down is "Fuckstick" for anatomical reasons.

That sucks, but it's not as soul-crushing as the public school environment, where you pray for any parental involvement at all.

"Bart Carney" is the funniest episode of the show.

Only college to ever produce both an offensive and defensive NFL MVP.

It's also one of the only fictional accounts of a Shaker family.

While I personally would like that, it would shift the movie from "romantic comedy that music nerds will especially appreciate" to "music nerd movie." The fact that it balances the two is why it broke into the public consciousness.

The pasta at Pizza Hut will tear through you worse than the pizza.

The Neal McBeal stuff got a bit cringey.

I took a long road trip last week, and found a station that seemingly only played great songs that had already been played to death.

My problem is that, if you're not in the store for at least a basket full of groceries (which would clearly be dibbs), why wouldn't you go to the bathroom before you picked out your item? It's not like you had an in-depth list to get to—you didn't even bother to get a basket.

You said no guns, we're allowed to have one.

It took me until this far into the conversation to realize that there wasn't a part of Harvey Birdman that I had somehow missed.