Hey! Messina sang the good parts on "Your Mama Don't Dance" and it made your mama dance.

Won't someone think about The Offspring?

Dirt.

Yogi Bear: [On the Ranger's phone] Hello? Hello? Is this the White House?
Ranger John Smith: Yogi!
Yogi Bear: Hey, the President knows my name.

He may pass on the Cuervo Gold but he's got a line on the fine Columbian. And the young pussy.

Why are you insulting farts like this?

Hey Nineteen!

I haven't read it yet but she damn well should be.

With the user name I was expecting either Dolly Parton or the Dollyrots. I haven't looked but I doubt either of them are there.

Her piano is all about weird chords played in a soothing manner. Her (acoustic no less) guitar is percussive as hell. She also has a thing for bass players. It doesn't matter if I know the song but I can almost always pick out Joni immediately. I can't say that for Bob.

Oh good lord. I just looked up Pia Zadora on iTunes and no you can't purchase her torch songs although her duet with Jermaine Jackson is available. The shocking discovery is that not only is the Butterfly soundtrack available but that Ennio Morricone composed it. Damn that old man must have loved her. I don't what I'd…

Isn't that the way it's supposed to be pronounced?

Shake shake shake
Shake shake shake
Shake your booty
Shake your booty!

Opa!

They don't call that comment toilet paper but this analogy is falling apart faster than [insert wrong place here] toilet paper.

Well that's where most of my relatives are from.

They don't call it magic underwear either but that doesn't mean the underwear isn't magic.

We told you that coffee was a gateway drug.

They know what they haven't done.

A couple of his books are credited to her because he wrote them at her house.