I also only knew the one about Oak Ridge from that same episode.

The only thing wrong with chicken pizza as far as I'm concerned is the fact that pizza places around me charge extra for it compared to other toppings.

I definitely had a NY/NJ Hitmen shirt at the time, but my mom rightfully got rid of it a few years ago. I could probably find it at Goodwill somewhere around my hometown if some hipster hasn't already picked it up.

The barely audible "Go back to Stahbucks!" really sold it for me.

Chance said it himself on Ultralight Beam: "You gotta sell it to get the Grammy."

Damn. You're right.

As Demetri Martin* said, it's hard to know when to stop writing. Bana? Nope, not enough. Bananana? God dammit, too far.

What's especially bad are the brewers who brag about how many IBUs their beers have. It's like those wing joints that brag about how high their sauce goes on the Scoville scale. Bitterness should be a part of the overall flavor profile, not the end-all-be-all.

I agree with Perkins that they rely too much on malapropisms, though. One or two sprinkled throughout the bit works. Two or three in every single line is just overkill.

I never actually talked to my Big Boss before I quit my last job (only my super-nice direct supervisor), but if I had, I would have sung "I quit…I quit…I quit….I quit, Mr. White."

It looks like they photoshopped two different expressions together. Her left side: Calm, sexy smirk. Right side: "Uh oh. What did I get myself into?"

I rewatched Easy A a few weeks ago, and the parent-child dynamic in that movie really struck me as great. Maybe I just wish Stanley Tucci and Patricia Clarkson were my parents, but they seemed like a good model for parents: they don't shy away from bringing up problems with their kid, but at the same time it's always…

BRING BACK THE WHALERS!

No, here's the thing. They're updating it to be a human cast. And the setting is in Denmark now, not Africa. And let's just say the ending's a little….messier.

No, it's gonna be a mediocre president. My money's on William Henry Harrison, because his name fits the meter of the opening number.

He wasn't really the "annoying" neighbor so much as "wacky/eccentric," but that's basically what James Van Der Beek's role was on Don't Trust the B in Apt. 23.

Based on his work in Trainwreck, that actually sounds like a good idea.

Is this strictly for the non-tissue version where you launch a snot rocket with no regard for where it lands? Because if this includes the version where you do it into a tissue and safely dispose of the mess, I'm not sure how else to blow my nose.

That doesn't mean much. There's a team in the AL that's won the National League more recently than the Cubs.

Dude, there's 320 million of us. Even if a tenth of a percent of the population is nuts, that's still enough whackos to fill Iceland.