They have never mentioned Rusty's mother.  And, it'd go a way to explain Jonas Jr., and maybe even Dr. Quymn

Oh, the "Bwah-hah-hah" League, how I miss you.

"Bottom", so the rest of you can marvel at the bleak majesty of Edward Elizabeth Hitler

I find this lists' lack of Swanson disturbing.  I'm going to need all of the bacon and eggs you have.

"Oh wow, you're joking…"

I've made acarajé since I've been home, a couple times, go the extra mile and get the palm oil (a little goes a long way) and get the dried black-eyed peas and soak them, as opposed to the canned ones.  The texture difference is noticeable.

Went there for work.  While the feijoada wasn't bad, the locals tend to go nuts for barbecue places called churrascarias - catching anything slower than the chef, skewering it, and roasting it.  You sit down, and it's a meat buffet that comes to your table, waiters come by every couple of minutes with a skewer full of…

Only if you're not the New York Times…

Don't take that as my intention.  I'm not saying "Buy it for all your relatives for a jolly Christmas!" But, it is worth seeing.

You'll be OK 'til the very end, and then no eye-wash can remove the image, and the black funk will last and last.

That was Chuck McCann, thankfully, still with us…

Reason, nice catch.  I'd just only ever heard the Priest version.

Not that I'll watch the dumb show, I've got paint to watch dry, but if I ever heard about 'Glee' doing a Judas Priest cover, it might almost make me consider watching.

Problem is, if Aisha got called up to do late-night, would it fuck up "Archer"?  I'm thinking it'd likely end up similarly to why we have a wrong-sounding Prof. Impossible.

Thank you, Kip, but I'm still not sure that's the right model.  I have no idea where Pam / Wodehouse / Il Papa were sitting, because an Isetta DOESN"T HAVE A BACK SEAT…

So here's my question;  would you lump Accept in with these guys, or wait for the GtG on 80's German metal?  They were certainly heavier than the Scorpions.

Glenn Tilbrook, on one of his solo tours, would only have a two-or-three song playlist, and then break into requests, his solo material, anything Squeeze, or whatever.  If you yelled too loudly, you got dragged up to help with vocals.

When you tell them that the flashback is narrated by a road-killed Pomeranian named "Mashie the Pup", complete with tire tread, people stare at you like you're insane.

My spit-take at seeing that reference necessitated almost an entire load of laundry.  Must remember to not snack during "Archer"

Mouse's real name is Knives Chau, and she's too cool for this show…