Not surprisingly, the man who coined the term “tits and dragons” has a way with words. Inadvertently, he really put his finger on why all my fondness for Glover seems to have dissipated since he got huge. I don’t hate him. I hate his “mystique.” Everything he does now feels like some gimmicky pop-star personal…

Every day, I think I’ve probably seen the grossest Republican mouth. And every day I’m proven wrong.

I feel like Johnny Depp is working overtime to become the poster boy for this school.

You too. This has easily been the most easygoing disagreement about rap I’ve ever had on this website, so thank you for that.

Great fucking song. Cemented my belief that M.O.P. could rap over ANYTHING. Take the wackest, most cornball fuckin’ sample on earth and they’ll turn it into a street anthem every time.

Dude, I am ancient. My rotation is, like, M.O.P. and Kool G Rap. 

I’m not really concerned either way, but the odds are definitely on the latter. Let’s just say that, historically speaking, the AV Club and I have very different criteria for music in general and hip-hop in particular.

It’s just not a word that conjures up any qualities I want out of rap music. 

Maybe I’m just a cranky old man, but rap music should not be “luminous.” 

This woman and her husband were either total nuts or total charlatans, but I took a date to their Halloween presentation at UConn in 1995 and got lucky for one of the very first times, so I cannot hate them. So long and thanks for being just about the only interesting thing about Connecticut.

Can you blame him, though? He does a few accents that are funny the first few times you hear them and ends up with multiple blockbuster franchises. He must have thought he was bulletproof for a minute there.

“Oh look. This movie again.”—me hearing about this movie for the first time 

People like what? Suburban dumbasses? I’m pretty sure I knew a few.

Oh, I got the melons out. Local goon squad tried to horn in like they always do, but luckily they make great fertilizer.

Rob Lowe and Ed O’Neil were good. Nothing Wayne or Garth did in the while movie got even a chuckle out of me. Everything they said felt like a 50-year-old Republican doing a Borat impression. A recreation of a joke, not an actual joke.

Pretty much always, I think?

It’s amazing how much juice was squeezed out of this utterly hollow, one-note character whose grand comic conceit is “Some guys in my hometown talk kinda funny. What if one of them had a TV show?”

I brought that song into my freshman English class because it occurred to me that everyone had an opinion on it, yet very few people had even heard it. Most assumed it was a rap song.

If it gets Casa De Mi Padre Dos made, I’m all for it.

Dammit, Katie. We don’t agree on much, so I was all prepared to go full contrarian and assume this movie was actually a trash masterpiece. But then you have to go and love I Drink Your Blood and ruin everything.