I was really wondering about the carton fetish; I mean, new things everyday, right?

If we're really grading on the endearing curve, it's hard to beat MIFL.

Why on earth aren't you just letting Pornhub autofill? It works fine.

That's how I justify my secret Kik account.

But can one still Pimp A Ride?

(Camera executes a slow pan through a dilapidated house, to the tune of "Mama's Got a Squeezebox")

I wonder how different the shows would be if you switched the Crypt Keeper's zingers with David Caruso's.

He chose it because he could just walk over to do Fallon after.

The issue that should have been of note is that Frank was indiscreet enough that someone who only rises to the level of "casual, friendly acquaintance" has what would be damning personal information about him. Claire treats Ken as the threat, when the real threat is that Frank probably sowed hundreds of Kens who…

I don't know, I'd imagine if I, an American, tried to write a show about British Parliament, I'd probably get details wrong too, like the arm wrestling matches to decide Brexit, and the steak and kidney pie fight they use for selecting members of the Royal Family.

It's like Destiny Turns On The Radio, for this generation!

Yeah, the fact that a hunk of balsa wood takes up a large subplot over multiple seasons detracts from the idea of the plot; that a powerful woman like Claire might be overcome by love, but where they're imagining "charismatic, mysterious rogue, overcome by the amazing Claire", he portrays "needy, whiny adolescent".

Ugh, I didn't like the season as a whole, but these episodes precipitated that.

I got over drunk freshman year, and passed out around 3:30 in the morning with my dorm locked and "Love Machine" on repeat, at full blast. Good times…

WO, WO WO

"Ken, tell me about the thing."

Given Rudolph's lineage, and my partiality, I'm willing to assume that her familiarity allowed her to imbue the character with some very accurate specifics, and just run with it, without needing a primer on Dionne Warwick's reliance on baby corns.

The Bengals drafted Peter War-WICK with the #1 pick… now it all makes sense!

Trisha Yearwood is singing the anthem AND playing on the third line.

I'll pretty much go anywhere for beer and sandwiches.