Looks like we're all here. Okay. So, like, the first meeting of Cemetery Club will now commence.

That's why that drummer from Hootie & The Blowfish with the long, blond hair probably got laid like crazy. He was the second most identifiable guy in the band.

That's the only part of the song I know because I always instinctively punch the radio into the inner dashboard of my car.

It's an earworm, for sure, but what annoys me about it is that it sounds like it was written specifically to be used in a cereal commercial. Hearing it on the radio enough times, I want to give them my money but then common sense kicks in and i ask, "What is this an ad for? What do they want me to buy? Their album?…

Let's not forget Baby Peggy (Maybe I'm going back too far).

Stay outta my fly zone!

If ghost sex was possible, we'd endlessly be raped in the streets by dead pirates.

I find the American version often uses the term 'liberated' to get around that.

Oh, tonight's tale is particularly naughty! Lusty, baudy, deliciously risque! I am ravished to say, bordering on an indecent, saucy, randy, suggestively off-color tale of rrrrribaldry! Isn't it?

Damn babies. All they ever do is loaf around.

"Take your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty dinosaur!"

Seriously, a shot of that little girl carrying a dead cat down the road in Sátántangó would have been welcome. It's mesmerizing.

Oh! Well, pardon me, Mr. PERFECT!!! I guess I forgot that you never, ever make a mistake!

It exploded after tearing open on a bracing newswire.

Peter Parker's Day Off

Dude, Where's My Motor Trend Mag 2010 Truck of the Year?

Is this the Informer guy?

"Stop hitting me, Grandma. I'm sending the email right now!"

"Let's focus on the movie, people."
- Woody Harrelson

The exciting conclusion to Taxi, starring Jimmy Fallon and Queen Latifah, will continue after this…