More terrifying (and from the internet): The Cleveland Streamer.

Part one of the finale = the penultimate episode of the season = "penunale"?

I want a Kansas City Chefs shower curtain!

I loved all of these shows in my own way, that is to say: Anally.

[grandson gets up, rolls eyes and steals $15 space-dollars out of @niteshdx007:disqus 's wallet on his way out the door]

I've said if before and I'll say it again, I don't give a shit what a lady does to it as long as she succeeds in coaxing it out of me.

To her credit, my wife spotted that right away. She HATED Dr Jack.

I need another clue. Was Adam Goldberg being stabbed to death in the next room?

Shit! I was hoping for mail-fraud spiders.

Pretty much. And that's exactly what I loved about Marvel Comics when I was 9-13 years old

Either way, I bet they're delicious.

I think that's the cure for blue balls, not blue penis.
For blue penis you have to see Smurfette. Plan for the whole day because the line is (understandably) quite long.

Everyone knows evil geniuses have English accents!

What if it's beet red with swollen greenish black veins radiating from the malodorous sore on the back of the glans? I'm asking for a friend.

I watched it until the end and I'm glad I did. A lot of it didn't make a lick of sense but it was generally a pretty agreeable way to waste an hour.

I remember the one where Evangeline Lilly swims in her underwear and the one where Josh Holloway insults someone with a clever nickname and that one where Matthew Fox mopes around like a little bitch.

Agreed. He'll always be Major Winters to me.

(are we still doing that one?)

Yes indeed, the Professor sure could improvise a mighty find tropical island sex toy…




OF CONCH

Whew! I'm glad that parable was put in there to ensure that kind of crap never actually happened.