Oh, boy—here we go with this business again.

I thought "Let's go Outback tonight" was about trying to talk your wife into anal, but maybe that's just me.

'You're the old dog now, man."

Except in the Star Trek extended universe.

They didn't hire me for a detergent commercial.

I bought the first one.

OK, if we're expanding to '90s bands in general, instead of just '90s jam bands, we'll be here all day.

I slapped the shit out of moe.

Widespread Panic shouted "FIRE!" in a theater.

I had to get a tetanus shot after tangling with Rusted Root.

Surprisingly, the Aquarium Rescue Unit drowned a guy.

And now you're on a watchlist.

That fat, scale-runnin' fuck Popper ruined harmonica garments for the rest of us.

You beat me by five seconds.

Why?

Matt Smith's regeneration cycle got re-upped by the Time Lords when he was on Trenzalore. They can do that now.

I guess to explain the August break? Doug Loves Movies is apparently broken down into seasons, as well, but DB doesn't make a big thing of it.

Wait—seriously?

Not yet.

They already did Robot Isaac on Futurama.