Lest we forget about, Tales from the Darkside

Tales from the Bra

Damn, bruh. That sh*t is harsh, bra.

Why not just re-air the old HBO episodes? Problem solved, bra.

Hell yeah, moshing is a sure fire way to cure the blues!

Dude, can I borrow your flannel?

Well, it sure beats raisin' cattle! YEAH!

Dude, they just officially sold out the Punk movement! DUDE!

Relax, brah.

Yeah, you're probably right.

To the Bandanna Republic! WORD!

Let's throw down, yo.

It's The Byron Allen Show!

Sally Jesse was accidentally killed by her own glasses.

That's not Geraldo, it's a sack of potatoes.

F-L-A, HIS NAME IS OLIVER. N-D-E, HIS WIFE IS DEAD!

He broke his legs, yeah.

I don't like him, either. Yet, I am by no means for his enemies, so to speak. He's just some goofy bloke in specs. A total dink.

And it won't be Geraldo's fault.

Pretty sure Geraldo could take Mr. Oliver in a fist fight. Just sayin'.