Dude, I started watching the first season, and the “It’s just not funny anymore” talk started the second season, when Chevy Chase left.
Dude, I started watching the first season, and the “It’s just not funny anymore” talk started the second season, when Chevy Chase left.
It’s fabulous! It’s an homage to Douglas Sirk.
You’re not very bright, are you?
He’s just speaking his truth. Music nerdism was a male province back in the day. Girls didn’t write to CREEM. Except when they did.
Are they used that much? Is JJ Abrams working on a dark reboot of Lancelot Link, Secret Chimp?
I was gonna say! Hey, wonder if I’ll get paid for the last month of that congressional campaign back in 1987....
Oh, my Lord. Do you mean you’ve never read The Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All?
I made gravlax this week. It was delish!
I bought my then-boyfriend a sub to Details, but wound up commandeering the mag for Wild Palms. Still have the mini-series on VHS somewhere.
It’s set in the UK. In the 1880s.
“You Owe It All To Me,” Texas; “God Will,” Lyle Lovett.
The great thing about probe thermometers like this is you don’t have to keep opening up the oven to check the temp on your meat, and you don’t run the risk of overcooking it, either. Turkey is gross if it’s overcooked and dry.
The great thing about probe thermometers like this is you don’t have to keep opening up the oven to check the temp…
You’re conflating Poppy and Jeb’s statements. The tepid one was Poppy, the block quoted bullshit at the bottom is Jeb.
Nah, opium.
I was gonna say that! Willie’s phrasing is amazing!
Only heathens put up Christmas decorations before Advent is over.
That’s not copyright, it’s trademark law. And lots of bands have had to change their names because they were owned by another artist.
I was shocked and flabbergasted [at the idea] that anyone in SAE would even have these words come from their mouths.
I used to work at a place with a huge bank of vending machines, and they had change machines that dispensed them. One guy called them “gold doubloons.”
I have a memoir by Ray Milland, the Welsh actor, and he said his family’s housekeeper, who spoke Welsh, was always able to chat with the Basque onion sellers who would come through town in the spring. Apparently the languages were similar enough that they could communicate.