So... you actually CAN learn. Duly noted.

Just flagged a few from today. Junior Varsity level troll, at best, but he doesn’t need to be here.

Lolz, a careful reading of my story reveals that I know he was an attorney and an elected official.

I will never not love Drew Barrymore. After her hellish childhood, I wish her only the best, forever.

Gah, me too - only it was my sisters and I who had the 8 track. For years, friends of mine staged “JC Superstar”at First Avenue with Katy Thomasberg as Jesus. (It was performed, but not staged.) Saw that several Good Fridays over the course of 20 years.

“I’m hilarious”

Here, here!!!

Just as erudite as your first comment.

Fuck that guy. You are a great commenter here, today and always.

Drugstore Glasses is a long time, excellent commenter here. I don’t know you from shit, but this post shows you to be a soulless asshole of the first degree.

Way to hurt the feelings of a guy whose grandparents were killed by Nazis, and who was literally born in a London Underground station while his refugee parents were trying not to get bombed to smithereens!

I guess my point is: it seemed wildly improbable to me that Jerry Springer, of all people, turned out to be so erudite and touching a speaker.

Much better! I was still half awake and in a Jesus Christ Superstar musical hangover.

Springer was literally born in a London Underground station during the Blitz, where his Polish family had gone to escape the Nazis.

His comment mocking my comment was funny, then your comment adding on was funny, and then for some reason Brainlock turned into a Gremlin because someone fed him after midnight.

Well, to be fair, Jerry was only 5 when he first saw it, so...

I attended a law school graduation where - no shit - Jerry Springer was the speaker. There was some blow back in advance of his speech, as can be expected.

Especially considering that before Beetlejuice, Keaton was somewhat typecast as “Mr. Mom”.

She’s freaking hilarious. If she wants to go off an a wild tale about me on a swamp tour, or some chick biting me: have at it.

YMMV, but I really liked both of the first two seasons. It’s remarkably true to history, and half the fun is researching the events depicted, following each episode.