*shrugs* The hoof.

"Really hoping that's not relevant."

WHAT ELSE DO I HAVE TO SAY

Sure, cake isn't exactly nutritious, but I wouldn't call it a drug!

DJ Qualls meets Jorma Taccone.

Chitty chitty bangs bangs.

Quite Continental, from what Mrs. Oldname reports. I shouldn't be surprised if there will be ladies crossing the ballroom floor unaccompanied! I hope Mrs. Worldly won't be forced to endure the sight.

I was also unsure of what to make of the show's tone from its promos, but I also may have been drunk. So. Yeah.

Uh, nice funeral vestments there, guy…NOT.

Does the motion have a second?

What an asshole.

Koechner hypothalamus?

"I know when to go out."

Purely as a matter of efficiency, I'm sure. Busy schedule and all that.

Including during his demonstration of how to give a Western-grip handjob.

In "Starman," when he sings, "I had to phone someone, so I picked on you"…ugh, that gets to me.

The Liszt House on the Left

And some, I assume, are good people.

Lance and Andy appreciate that.

Good God, that is a terrible movie.