Reminds me of clerks (both male and female) at jewelry stores who see fit to encrust themselves with whatever garish crap they were able to get with their employee discount.

YOU ARE CRUISING FOR A BRUISING, MISTER!

Dammit. Vincent beat me to it.

Or accidentally releasing the cosmic powers that are sure to be stored within, thereby vaporizing everyone in the theater.

This is exactly the kind of hard-hitting expose' that makes me keep coming back to the AV Club for moar.

I can't think of enough superlatives to use for this show. I hope they can sustain this. It's so hard to keep a show going that depends on unanswered questions and unreliable narrators for its suspense. Sooner or later there needs to be a payoff, and it is after that payoff that things often start to suck.

"Whatever. Like gaining or losing hundreds of pounds of fat and muscle is that big of a deal."

Hit 'em where it hurts.

The fact that it looks like a plaque really classes up the word "pussy" in my book. A+

Wow, you managed to exactly re-create the discussion from my high-school American Lit class.

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and hopefully to waste some fucking zombies.”

Um, that would the Whitman sequel, "Leaves of Grass: Secret Ops."

:::Spike Lee angrily tweets Rodney Dangerfield's address:::

"At some point, Americans need to make a decision: it's either Christmas, or health care."

I, myself, enjoyed their lesser-known but critically acclaimed "A Huey P. Lewis Story" as well, with it's poignant observation that it is hip to be square.

"Nerds ruin everything."

"God I hate this fucking culture."

I can finally rest.

Pow!

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