"This is Paul Robertson, with KJZZ, here to get you through your red eye with some smooooooth jazz. Now here's Spyro Gyra."

Inuit Throat Singing.

Well, at least most of what gets reviewed winds up matching the wrestling comments.

I don't think donuts will solve this, but I'm open to trying.

You could… ON KINJA!

Yes, a lot of people I wouldn't trust to calculate a tip told me he was great at business, theres no other logical explanation.

That there is a face begging to be waffled with a snowshovel.

Eww, burn it, burn it!

He was lucky that guy rated 4 out of 5 on the Spacey Throwing Meter, or it could have been a Josias Manzanillo.

Finally, a movie for me and the ten year old.

Especially in this administration.

Ilsa, She-Wolf of the Ice-S.

He could still pull a Taft, but then he'd just wage a war on bathtubs.

Fuck, that makes a lot of sense.

Uhh, no, no rap single with Cathy Moriarty looped in could ever sound lame.

"A dumber, tackier Midnight Run…"

I mean… they're ALL boob searches, too.

MLLNNLS R CHNG HW WNE S BGT.

Looks like I can avoid this mess entirely if I go to the gym now and then.

Lucky!