Watch me Ne-Ne.
In IMAX.

You could attach cheddar curds to Brussels sprouts, and I'd eat Brussels sprouts.

I call Popeye's "butterfly" shrimp "popcorn" shrimp, and there's no point in frying shrimp unless you're using "jumbo" shrimp.

Here in Indiana, we call it "the poo-face."

Ah, "irrefutable."

Democrats would have to accuse themselves of slut-shaming, and social justice would get set back 100 years?

Yeesh!

If only 4 Washington Ave. and 1600 Pennsylvania were four blocks away from each other!??! 4 X 4 = 16!

"let us make the show before you judge it"

By definition, no. But go ahead. Rebel.

I imagine he's still daubing places on his physique that seem sorta greasy.

ooo ooo eel
aiick eye ooo

Points for your commitment and passion. I'm not even going to subtract any points.

You don't know what it is. Do you, Mr. Jones?

Nobody said the sax in Foreigner's "Urgent" yet, did they?

"Barely a solo"
Which gets us into "breaks" and "riffs." We'll be here forever!

The A.V. Club

[Redacted. Responding to the wrong post. Sorry, not sorry.]

I cannot verify. I had to walk out after 40 minutes. If it wasn't BWAMMING every second, every other second was those idiot characters talking about being idiot characters talking about talking imponderable gibberish.

You'd be surprised, then, apples.