The Soup is so vastly superior to BWE-once the novelty of that one guy's lazy eye wears of, it's kind of boring.

huzzah
Yay, now all the challenges can involve making clothes that celebrate real women, with real bodies.

No, it's what happens to Paul Dano's character at the end of There Will Be Blood.

I didn't take it to mean that he filled Sayid in on every little detail of his life during the past few weeks, just the basics. But it raises a good question-if Michael believes, as Ben has told him, that the freighties are going to kill everyone on the island, shouldn't he have tried a little harder to convince…

You're overruled, curmudgeon. VM was sheer brilliance in its first two seasons, except for Steve Guttenberg (who knew the Stonecutters ran CW). The 3rd season only went downhill because the network messed with the show's concept, and not in a good, let's-have-Veronica-jello-wrestle-ellen-page kind of way.

Avril Lavigne was made in a machine.
Arthur C. Clarke died in the dark.

Towanda?
Towanda!!!!!!

Insult to Injury
Nothing is worse than having your ass kicked by a guy named Cam Zhee-gawn-day.

Yeah, I kind of agree. It was nice getting to the finale without having the obligatory shocking twist (like Jeffrey being accused of cheating last year), and without seeing the contestants being prodded into ripping each others' hair out. That's what Flavor of Love is for.

Yeah, Tina Fey almost gets me there every time. But I always need a little Alec Baldwin to finish off. Funny, that.

Incisive comment involving poop
All the characters in this story—the white trash mother, the douchebaggy lawyer, the less douchebaggy photographer boyfriend, Larry King— should be played by chimps. They can just throw their poop at each other. Isn't that basically what happened anyway?

Whoa, choco babe, why the hostility? Did someone throw your puppy off a cliff? Or, uhhh, challenge your encyclopedic knowledge of female genital mutilation?

I think Paula Poundstone was basically cleared of all the molestation charges, and admitted she had a drinking problem. I admit, I think she's still pretty funny. Which is surprising, because I have a deep-seated fear of clowns, and people who dress like them.

Look at you, thinking girls can make jokes. I love a woman with ambition. It's like seeing a dog wearing clothes.

Did we just witness a Lobsters failed firstie? It's like a recession—you don't recognize it until it's already passed. Or a silent but deadly.

I'm gonna go with
Stereolab's Come Andy Play In The Milky Night. Cause I don't want people falling down in the aisles sobbing, but some serious puritan eye-dabbing would be nice. And then they can release the doves…

I liked Almost Famous too. Much better than any of Cameron Crowe's other movies. And what ever happened to Patrick Fugit? His portrayal of Jesus in a gold speedo in Saved really spoke to me.

And by "teenagers," you mean those two cross-eyed virgins you ordered from Cambodia, right?

Prediction: Henry Ian Cusack and Tony Hale will do a sitcom together. It will run from 2012 to 2020, winning several Emmys. It will be called "Hey, Brother."

That would be like a random sandwich filled with vaguely apocaplyptic malaise.