It's made of stars.

Smoky's origin story.

Because some regulations are too expensive for small businesses to comply with, we should allow un-permitted raves in warehouses with stairs made out of shipping pallets.

Licensed bars are required to have lit exit signs and (depending on the size of the establishment) doors that open outward. If a sofa goes up in flames, people can run away and get out.

A bunch of people died last week from food poisoning at a Thanksgiving dinner at (IIRC) a veteran's hall in the Bay Area.

It was ceviche. :o

Can't they just go find a gazebo to despoil?

Nothing quite like the random fridge-creepy Bill Cosby reference to take this review to the next level.

Nothing quite like the random fridge-creepy Bill Cosby reference to take this review to the next level.

Would have been way better with the addition of a glory hole.

64 slices of American cheese.

Whoa.

Part of the problem is that there are like, 10 southern accents. Pick one and stick with it.

Dr. Mantis Toboggan, accent coach.

That's where you say, "I am."

"The dingo took my baby!" is one of three phrases in Australian that all Americans know. "Crikey!" "Pop a shrimp on the barbie!" and "THAT'S a knife!" are the other three.

You're making me wonder about this.

Sierra *is* a local brewery to me, and it's brewed in a solidly red part of California. Forest camo is its natural habitat in the wilds of Calabama.

I know all beer is fermented, but sours have that way about them that tastes like a piece of fruit that went off at the bottom of the bowl.

Ruth Rendell and her alter ego Barbara Vine know what's up.