All TBS sitcoms start with their third season.

I inherited an autographed copy of one of legendary sportscaster Howard Cosell's books. Decided to cash in at a pop culture store. The owner said it was "worth two bucks without the autograph and worth nothing with it." Book's now in a landfill.

According to a memoir I read by a Mensa member turned carnie con man, freak shows were banned nationwide by the mid-Sixties. The author made his money the old-fashioned way—by screwing people over. Title: Eyeing the Flash: The Making of a Carnival Con Artist. Author: Peter Fenton. It was published by Simon & Schuster.

see you at the cemetery. bring a shovel.

I only like Ryan when he's buried alive.

Enter Hader drag queen scene.

No more lip-synching scenes to 80s cheese ever!

She was a hack with a pedigree.

I sense they're feeling the first pangs of "i'm too old for this festival shit." It will only grow, unfortunately, until you're content to attend via YouTube.

This callous Republican list discriminates against the DVR-less.

Overrated, like Robert Frost.

I'll wait for the re-boot.

Sounds he's already planning his post-NFL career.

CBS motto: We went to Harvard. The audience didn't finish high school.

One annual episode for twenty-four years is the only way to sustain quality. Of course, cast members may need to be replaced as they die off.

I'm old enough to remember when Diaz was the ditzy one.

7-Up? Sounds gay.

I support a viewer's right to choose!

America no longer gives a fuck about who Don Draper fucks.