He looked pretty frail in that interview with Alec Baldwin on TCM about eight years ago. I thought it wouldn't be long then, and really, I'm afraid to Google Search and see what he looks like now.

…I wanna die.

But when you need to chillax to some tasty grooves, it's KaZaA Lite, brah.

Boy, she's gotta carry that weight. Heh.

Paulie Peacock picked a promising program.

There you go again, on another Eggo trip.

"…located beside Porno For Gyros."

The only thing I remember about that place was slowly moving in line while holding a cafeteria tray. I felt like I was in prison.

I once ate at a Wimpy's diner in central Ontario. It has a 50's theme, despite the fact it was playing continuous Paula Abdul music. I jokingly ordered the 25¢ Coke they had advertised on the wall, to which the waitress pointed out was for decorative purposes only. When I got the bill, I told her I'd pay her Tuesday.…

Twin 1: Take a look. There's nothing I can eat.
Twin 2: Get a trout dog.
Twin 1: Forget it. Do you have any fish here that isn't breaded?
Brad: It's all prepared the same way.
Twin 2: Get a whaler. Or a clamwich.
Twin 1: Ever hear the word blemish? Want me to eat something fried?
Twin 2: Let's get outta here.
Twin 1: …

b/w No Breakfast for Beatle John

Good luck. If it's possible, maybe you could write a little Expert Witness on a future WOT (if permitted).

I've never had a reason to spell it, but as a kid, I remember calling them the Bear Stain Bears.

I'm certain that the first 5 or so episodes didn't have a laugh track in it's original run. My sister remembers it that way, too. I'm starting to think we're both wrong since we've never found any existing proof. It may be as close as I'll get to experiencing the Mandela Effect.

"The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive."

"Kiss from a Rose"

It may be a good time to see what Amazon.uk has for sale.

They had an Asian blues bar in one of those Stray Cat Rock movies. It was called "Mama Blues."

I agree. People can't fathom how I can sit for hours watching French or Spanish television, despite not being able to understand it.

When I drive long distance, I find myself scanning the AM radio (except in the deep south) for oldies stations and sometimes those awful syndicated shows like Coast to Coast . There's something reassuring, especially in the middle of nowhere, about hearing songs I haven't heard since I was a kid.