Don't worry, we Californians would never whore our votes for celebrities.

Be careful man, Republican-eye-rolling-related injuries aren't gonna fly if they ever pass a healthcare bill.

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I just started cracking up […] Fortunately I was alone.

No need to be catty.

Gender's hard to tell with Wookiees, sometimes. Better to schedule both than to put them under, only to realize that you have to reschedule.

I assumed he had recently read A Death in Venice.

Would you accept a Yung Chuey, the Asian-Latino rapper who's going to be huge someday?

Not Marty Scorcese? What about Bobby de Niro, or Eddy Jimmy Olmos?

He even beat the Devil.

Tim Dorsey?

Know what else I want to be hip-deep in?

But not nonexistent?

Aren't?

You'd better cheque yourself, then, before you wreque yourself.

I'll admit, my mind goes to doing it on a fanboat.

"McBain to base! Under attack by Commie Nazis!"

And 'white,' and 'western civilization,' aren't capitalized, either.

Most of our nation's pools would be filthy if they were never properly serviced, and food waste would be even higher if no one ate all those sausage pizzas.

Alright, the Serkis is in town!

Or children wearing sunglasses and tiny leather jackets, cruising down the sidewalk on their tricycles.