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Don't you die on me, priceless Martin Acoustic! DON'T YOU DIE ON ME!!

*backs up, runs over Lorraine Toussaint one more time for candyoh*

*swerves to run over Lorraine Toussaint*

Space Jam is a curse unto itself.

On the contrary, I remember tuning in Tiny Toons one day and saying, "Holy shit! They're playing They Might Be Giants! How cool!"

Popeye and Son…

C'mon, if you can do Daffy, Sylvester is right there.

They discovered a deadly black tarantula and they didn't name it after Harry Belafonte? Missed opportunity, scientists.

Oprah's NOT God?

God Like an Egyptian

Nonplussed-ers

It's even better when they're so caught up in the oversinging that they forget the lyrics.

I wasn't thinking about delivery so much as reliance on a catch phrase that's used to move merchandise. Like "Git-R-Done" or "Here's Your Sign" or "I'm Not Fat, I'm Fluffy." When your whole act boils down to a bumper sticker, you've got yourself a "brand."

Your username made me think, "what if C-3PO ended up with Ponda Baba's arm grafted onto him," and it made me smile for a moment.

It's like I always say: Almost every goddamn thing about the ABC television network is useless, horrible, rancid shit.

That's because when they say "brand," they mean "gimmick." Comics who have a "brand" usually don't have much in the way of "jokes."

It's all rue, I'm elling you.

Will there be fart humor? I DEMAND FART HUMOR IN CGI MOVIES.

I don't do Twitter, but I would guess yes, and add B.o.B. and WWE Hall of Famer Donald Trump to your list.