The humor in this sort of thing is a bit like classroom humor, in the sense that it seems a lot funnier than it really is for happening to turn up somewhere you don't normally get humor at all. That being said, there are occasionally really, really good gags. I wish I could remember the exact line, but there's…

I didn't recognize the name. With that quotation, though, I know precisely who you guys are talking about.

I've only read a little of his work, but he seems rather—*gets sued*

"Sing The Praises of PANTS!"

I'm not sure, but it is definitely on YouTube. Or at least, it was the last time I watched it, which happened to be last week.

No, and thank God.

I've seen one mentioned other times the show comes up, but not yet today (might've missed it): I Accuse My Parents.

What about Being From Another Planet? Or are you disavowing that one?

Flag on the moon…how did it get there…

People probably also shouldn't start with Wild, Wild World of Batwoman, a movie that actually sucks in and destroys rationality. Watching it without the MST treatment would probably actually cause brain damage. Even with, you have to build up to that sort of thing with careful dosing.

Could I be your random guy? I had it on in the dorm one day and a random girl who'd never seen it joined me.

I know it's kind of pointless to harp on why the bad movies are bad, but that one always particularly blew my mind. The whole thing hinges on what a good dancer the girl is, and it's the worst dancing I've ever seen or could possibly imagine.

Stay together, cheeks!

It was the done thing in the 70s for ladies to go as "woman standing in hedge," for Halloween, only it wasn't a costume.

…a rape.

That was a relatively common phrase in my childhood home. Fucked me right up.

That scene where Fiennes wakes up, stretches, looks out the window and casually contacts a random inmate by walkie talkie just wasn't the same.

Or the band Slash formed after splitting from Axl.

These fudgesicle marketing stunts are getting out of hand.

Well, if I give this Achebe $2 million, maybe he'll still let me use that title for my film about cornbread, ice sculptures, and models assembled with weak glue.