Sorry. I was just a Tad.

That's a cactuar you uncultured swiiiine!

…Haon was not on board.

I'm an AV Club homo and *I* have a crush on Jenny Slate. As I'm a homo of the male variety you may find this a…. TAD STRANGE!

Just like cold showers are the gateway drug to crack… crack… crack… crack…

I always hear your comments in Portia de Rossi's voice.

Cappie!

In the words of Princess Bubblegum, "What you're feeling is called 'infatuation.' The pain is the product of you overvaluing a projected, imaginary relationship with me."

WAIT. THIS IS DEMI'S WRITING!? I cri everytiem.

I am officially upset about Debbie. But now I'm also horrified. Jesus fucking Christ…

I think I've seen that porn.

Popping in here to say AMEN! Also… something about eating booty like groceries…

I love that he's Australian without having an accent. Except a godawful and completely unexplained choice in the first scene.

Basically the entire soundtrack is a gift from God. I just fucking love that move/soundtrack.

That line gets me every time. One of my all time favorite movies. Period.

Mother Knows Best is my jam. If I ever did drag I would absolutely kill that lip sync.

I have so many images in my head. Delicious images.

Tin Cups?

Is that the Edge logo? Screw you, rebranded IE bullshit. (But I really enjoyed your comment.)

I really liked this movie when I saw it on Netflix. Thinking of Tyler Perry getting his hands on it really irks me. I find it not just a tad, but QUITE strange.