Don't get the Dorne expansion set though. Sure, the Sand Snakes seem interesting, but everyone ends up spending eight hours there with nothing really happening that effects the rest of the game.

"In the ass," Epic Bitchery. "In the ass."

Kids today.

No man is a popsicle, separate unto himself.

God gave you a nose for a reason!

Come one. You know who was responsible for wire tapping Trump Tower. They will never let this be public.

This world really needs more Rip Taylor.

Plus, even in the '70s, most tickets contractually prohibited you from taping or photographing a show.

And those clearly weren't Popsicles (TM).

If someone has the skills, there is a really good documentary to be had. Start with radio game shows, their migration to television in the early days, the more wacky game shows of the 60s and the 70s (The Dating Game, Match Game, The Gong Show), anti-game shows of the 80s (Remote Control), the rise of the block…

Very good point. I was assuming her motive was because Peppermint Patty had rejected her drunken flirtations, but I like your version. Get me a spec script, I think we can get FOX to pick it up. It's Hannibal meets Riverdale!

Definitely watched with my mom, along with Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman. Kind of my introduction to adult programing.

What do you think caused Chuck's heart attack?

I always liked his Zaphod as George W. Bush.

It's probably Marcie, but she is committing the murders in a way that frames Peppermint Patty. A tale as old as time.

"This is only an exhibition.
Not a competition.
So, please, no gambling."

Any time I see a clip of the Gong Show I wonder, "Was there anyone not doing cocaine in the '70s?"

Sean Hannity gets after My So-Called President to crack down on intelligence leaks. Next thing you know, Chuck Barris is dead.

It all started when NBC cancelled Chuck.

True. But, then again, American Dad has never held tight to continuity.