That whole song references Whodini's "Friends".

I'm partial to the "ya best gwan run back where ya come from" sung to the same melody as "you might win some, but you just lost one" that Lauryn Hill allegedly wouldn't clear.

I used to save those. Somewhere, I have a notebook whose first few pages are loaded with those silver tabs and those featuring the hit single 'Where It's At'! stickers.

I miss tearing the plastic off a highly anticipated CD and jamming it into my Discman the moment I stepped out of the store.

Wendy Pfeffercorn of pretend outrage

I always imagined ricin sounded more nasal than that.

I didn't do that. I just listened to the commentaries after I completed a season, because I thought that was a safe move, haha.

Don't edit anything! It's 2016. It's on me. People are allowed to talk about series from ten years ago.

Fuuuuuck. I'm watching the series now and I just accidentally spoiled myself. I took care to quick scroll the entries for shows I hadn't seen, but scrolled into the comment section like a chump. I've got no one to blame but myself.

I didn't immediately quit House when Kutner died—the car crash did it for me—but I probably would have kept with it for a while had Kal Penn still been around. It wouldn't have been the first time a celebrity crush compelled me to watch something terrible.

I'm a 33-year-old who can still sing the DJ theme song.

I'd almost forgotten how afraid I was that Barry O would be assassinated on live television during the '09 inauguration.

They meant each other.

Slippery slope.

I think they stop you at Hollywood city limits if you look like me, because I never have a good answer for this kind of question. I think my close-enough Hollywood casting would be Danielle Brooks (minus the killer dimples).

On that same note, it took me ages to get that "act me/ACME" reference in Gambino's "Bonfire".

That picture is giving me all sorts of uncanny valley heebie jeebies.

I thought he was just a dude who resembled El DeBarge, based on how uncomfortable he looked being onstage.

My grad school housemate had a cat who liked hanging out in the laundry basket I kept in my closet. The closest I've come to literally shitting the bed happened when she decided she'd had enough and nudged the door open while I was trying to fall asleep.

I've never lived close enough to a zoo to justify this, but the Looney Tunes short Tree for Two inspired a minor (but long-lasting!) fear of running into an apex predator in an unexpected location. Like, what if a tiger falls off of a truck somewhere in my neighborhood, and I walk/jog right up it without realizing it?…