Paget was just on @Midnight last night and she was hilarious as well as charming and gracious. She was eliminated (I guess you could say she crapped out!) but even her parting comments—which is an extremely daunting moment, right after having been informed that she just wasn't "funny" enough to make it into the final…

Kermit is an awesome name. "Now batting for Cincinnati, Kermit 'The Hopper' Hopsalot."

Not another feminine comedy! I don't wish to tamp on their creation, but I just didn't cotton to it. I found a lot of the jokes to be padded, and their flow considerably spotty. I tried to be open and receptive, even gaping, but I just wasn't fallopian it. Uterus your own judgement. Vagina!

I don't respond well to Todd Solondz's films, at all. They're so profoundly repulsive—indulgently so—that what little empathy or sympathy I may feel for a protagonist or any other character is easily overwhelmed by the impatience and resentment I feel at Solondz's blatantly contrived attempts to render his extremely…

Oh of course, how silly of me. *snorts 4 more lines of pure, uncut Peruvian Jumping Powder*

Not catching my meaning, are ya? Not catching it, then is it? Not on the same page, are ya, different page? Not grasping the meat of the matter, right, right, not grasping the meat? I hear ya, sorry for your loss, sorry to hear that, you not gettin' any, pity that, damn pity, you gettin' none at all, less than none,…

"I'm sure it was on the screen!!" - rave review

Insanely high?

It's more of an amusement park ticket booth.

Depends on how, um, chaste is your definition of "date," if you catch my drift, nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more, say no more, a nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat, aye, know what I mean, you're a randy one, Roger Dodger, givin' 'er the ol' in 'n out, etc, etc,…

The Dirty Baker's Dozen: Ew, Is That a Pube On My Boston Cream?!

I figured it out as soon as I tried to think of a similar type of movie that Shock was describing, and that horrible piece of crap Valentine's Day instantly popped into my broken warped mind, and then I went "Aha! That's what Shock is talking about!" And then I thought "Why the fuck do I know that shitty movie?!"

You uh, you might be in the wrong comment thread.

a bitch. I am a proud sonuvabitch.

I really love Harry Nilssons' music. And I really love Altman's Popeye, the way it jostles and shambles along, endlessly bumping into funny weird moments as it aimlessly, drunkenly makes its way home. What was the question?

What is the genre of music prefered by hip hop water dwellers, Alex?

A fiery sulphurous pit of agony and despair, but without snark.

Star Wipe + The AV Club = Butt Wipe, amirite?

Don't fergit yer bib! And yer dental dam.

My favorite stripper's name was Free Beer.