So now we know what happened to Simon after the events of Starcrash.

I spent a little bit of most work days in 1997 reading the blog of a guy named Gus, which by strange internet magic is not only still available online, but has kept going to the present day.

You'll do it live?

Flake wants to build an ark; Trump wants to build a Viking longboat out of gasoline soaked copies of the NY Post.

Where's Fluttershy when you need her?

Well, it was no Space Chimps, but that film got me to swear in anger in front of several children between 8 and 11.

"There’s not really a name for what President Trump has. Basically, it’s erratic tendencies and delusions brought on by excessive notoriety,"

That's more the Smog Monster's thing.

Those were all the call and response verses.

🎼 Folks, here's the story 'bout a scary Moochie…
He was a grade-A super douche-y
He was the crassest, brashest flack
But what Tony loved the most was talkin' smack

He tied Lady Jane Grey.

Fortunately the Pentagon has drawn up draft orders to bomb Chick Corea for Trump to sign in just such an emergency.

Moochie's gonna die the way he lived. [Turns page of Zero-G Juggs magazine.] Mmhm.

Gendry appeared in his dinghy on the Potomac to carry Mooch off into the mists.

The "pledge" was written by a Socialist. Real Americans shout Lee Greenwood lyrics at abortion clinics.

They swallowed the Kelly to can the Mooch.
They swallowed the Mooch to can the Spicer.
They swallowed the Spicer to explain the Don.
I don't know why they swallowed the Don, I think they were wrong.

Alumnut I believe is the appropriate declension in this case.

I dunno, if he was being carried out to sea in a rip tide, I might focus on my book.

Knowing our luck it will be Sid Haig.

Spicandermucci was a definite let down from Arrested Development's first album.