I'm an American. We're used to g-d being in all kinds of government stuff. It's like ending a sentence with "eh?". You stop noticing after a while

"Disco Duck." "My Ding-a-Ling." "Surfin' Bird." I sing a song of America and it is a novelty song.

Oh Canada kicks ass. Short. To the point. Easy to sing.

Fiddler on the Roof

Weiner got left out to dry because he antagonized people in his own party (e.g., telling the NYC transportation commissioner (who's also Chuck Schumer's wife) that "he was going to rip up her fucking bike lanes" when he became Mayor). If you do that to your own people, don't expect protection.

People fall short. They don't sext with their kid in the room, much less in the picture.

Race Bannon. Pence is Race Bannon.

I was going to say that. Hillary is getting sweet, sweet cash from the inimitable comedy stylings of one Markie Post.

The last thing I saw him was Rosh Hashanah services at my synagogue last year. They called him up for an aliyah (blessing over the Torah). This little old man comes shuffling up; you couldn't see his face from my seats. You figure he'll do that old man mumble. All of a sudden this voice comes booming out. A…

She didn't get angry. Just frustrated. And tired. Really, really tired of your foolishness.

It was a big (OK biggish) deal for a long time. Immigrants came and they saw everything from "King Lear" to awful melodramas in the Yiddish theater. In GFII, the young Don Corleone went to the Italian equivalent. I'd argue that all those plays - like "Your Arms are Too Short to Box with G-d" and "The Beauty Shop"…

My friend had a 280 ZX with T-Tops. One blew off on the George Washington Bridge.

Well, I'd argue that it qualifies that it's the best that you could do when you get caught between the moon and New York City. Given that you'd be in low earth orbit, you're probably not capable of doing much.

Point well taken.

You have to go to the actual news release for the really fun stuff.

French people do that. My brother-in-law's ex-fiancee was French and she did that

Burger King is nasty. If you said, "Hippie Vegan In-n-Out-hating" or even "Hippie Vegan Wendy's hating," you'd have a point. But the BK lounge is just gross.

Pablo Cruise. Even the name says "yacht rock."

Late period Doobie Brothers is yacht rock. "What a Fool Believes" and "Minute by Minute" scream (well, not scream, that would be tacky) "yacht rock."

Let's give some love to his movie posters - the Bad News Bears, Bananas, Animal House. In the late 70s, it seemed like he did every third poster.