You guys are supposed to be in the story about Johnny Rotten.

Still no backers for my Starland Vocal Band musical, "Fucking In The Afternoon."

That's right, I did the Icky.

But 17 years of it was appropriated from old blues guys.

Bonus points if whatever he lost was inside him all along.

He's about to join a very exclusive club of children's book writing dabblers. Membership is limited to everyone who's ever been famous.

Nuts to that. I can insist upon myself at home.

Nepotism adversely affecting a Coppola film? I never heard of such a thing.

Last time I went to the Shake Shack a hamburger took a bite out of me.

Just from a legal standpoint shouldn't Jimmy avoid contact completely? I mean if Chuck claims a fight turned violent or Jimmy forced his way in again, true or not Jimmy is fucked.

Dr. Luke is also a doctor, don't forgot. And his name sounds like he's a soap opera character.

Gangnam style, PWR BTTM, Jerry Lee Lewis, Marquis de Sade, Caligula, Rob Lowe, Dan from Night Court, Jar Jar Binks, avocado toast— all the same thing.

A wolf dressed like an old lady blew it down.

Personally, I prefer his earlier works like "Citizen Kane." This was I Love Films.

Orson Welles: Failure, fiasco or secret success?

Can I order it at a trendy bar with an enigmatic one-word name where Millennials are playing Wii Sports on a projection TV?

It also took SIX comments to get a Simpsons reference in. I don't even know you any more, AV Club.

It involves an elaborate series of harnesses, pulleys, trusses and plenty of duct tape. We don't like to talk about it with the opposite sex.

Perfect Strangers had the sense to end on the 150th episode after only eight seasons. So, two shows.

I see the Amazing Race jalopies, dirigibles, land submarines, triplanes and sidecar motorbikes go by all the time but never stop to watch.