I could really use some Coked-up Werewolf right about now.

Not many people can say they've met Nelson Mandela and Howie Mandela.

I see your Silverhawks and raise you Tigersharks.

So, I thought Yorkie was Deborah Ann Woll the whole time. Sorry Mackenzie Davis.

Censored breasts on the Gaia/Venus of Willendorf drawing is a master stroke.

His name's Gunnar and he's dating my mom. Sometimes he buys us beer.

Lesley Gore. But only during high speed pursuits.

Gerald struggling to climb out from under the bridge, why was this so funny to me?

This groovy new thing called LSD

I miss the heyday of Fin's, before they overreached and diluted their product.

#ImWithHerc

Parts were filmed in Paramount Ranch, near Malibu. It's an old western town set, turned park. We hiked up there during filming, by coincidence. Honestly I didn't recognize much of anything in this first episode beyond a saloon or storefront (which could've been from anywhere really, so not even sure of that much). The…

I thought she was supposed to be Tomi Lahren.

I read that as LSD eyes. I don't think I'm entirely wrong.

His name is Muerte, his name is Death. That's all you need to know.

Undercover Blues will always have a place in my heart for introducing me to Stanley Tucci.

Valhalla Rising. What looked like Viking Gladiator ended up more like Viking Apocalypse Now. Slow-paced, contemplative, batshit insane. In the end it was better for it, but all that introspection was not what I signed up for.

And cherries jubilee, and that's it.

Eh, the rest ain't no prize neither. Maybe the chicken sandwich.

Ah yes the McSurfnTurf, featured in the Jack Black MTV Diary while filming School of Rock. Don't forget to wedge some fries up in there.