You should want to cook him a simple meal. You should not want to cut into him, to tear the flesh, to wear the flesh, to be born unto new worlds where his flesh becomes your key.

I can't unsee it now. This knowledge is going to make my first playthrough of the Pre-Sequel that much more entertaining.

So Friday Night Lights is terrible now?

The opening riffs of Mouth for War always gets me ready to kick a home run though the hoop for a birdie.

I prefer O-ring gags. No reason to block a potential input.

Maybe. I heard you couldn't have a party at Studio 54 without Janet Reno.

In one of the old Scrabble PC games I played whiskeys for 275 points - 2* triple word score plus bingo plus the value of the word I made plural with the first s. I've yet to get anywhere close to that since.

Shame you all had the advantage of posting earlier in a pun thread. It makes it harder not to have doubles.

My Dinner Buffet with Andre

I know. I don't know why we humour them.

If I'm wrong and there is a Hell and I'm asked why I'm there, I'm reasonably sure that shirt will be one of the first things mentioned.

I met the Hedgehog once while he was out touring college towns supporting his brand of rum. I even have a picture, and in it I'm wearing a T-shirt that says, "I fucked the Olsen twins before they were famous."

I chose to make some Lionel Hutz-style edits to your post:
Judy Greer's Taco? Excitement!

I'd recommend some interval training to make sure your heart can take it.

He's the Republican hero we deserve, but not the one we need right now.

I can't wait for the scene where Madea starts chasing the money lenders from the temple with her unique combination of sass, purses and handguns.

I was really hoping for a "Don't fight it" there, but all I got was sweet whispering in exposition tech-guy's ear as he lost consciousness.

And yet no mention of NFL Network coverage. I'd much rather listen to Mike Mayock lisp his way through analysis than listen to Chris Berman do anything.

I guess this is as good a place as any to wonder if that new Norelco commercial that MisterHyde quoted above is intended to be an origin story for Buffalo Bill.

There is a small joy in a simple breakfast of cold Frosted Strawberry Pop-Tarts, almost enough joy to make you forget that you're eating breakfast at work and you chose Pop-Tarts because they were the only thing in the vending machine worth a damn.