When I watched it for the first time as an adult when Nick at Nite aired re-runs in the early 2000's, I expected the PG humor to be cheesy and old fashioned. Especially after The Simpsons and Seinfeld. But the earlier seasons actually held up better than I expected. Even if Cliff was a self righteous, conservative…

I think it’s a real thing. She just said it in witchy, new age speak instead of using layman’s terms. Like having a gut feeling about something, or someone rubbing you the wrong way.

And if gut feelings weren’t a thing, renegade cops that played by their own rules in the 1980's would have had a 0% conviction rate.

Cliff was a jazz fan, so he was into improvisation.

Heathcliff Huxtable being a “gynecologist” with his “office” in the basement of his home should have tipped us off that he had a sex dungeon that whole fucking time too.

I’m just not that interested in this era of The Sopranos universe. I’d personally prefer something from around the late 70's to early 80's because the show already painted a good outline of that time period. The two Tony’s and Artie Buco doing a bunch of dumb shit, Feech’s robbed card game, Big Pussy in the Unrest of…

Obviously that’s not possible. Even with computers.

Right after reading this exchange, I heard canned studio laughter in my head and then this:

It’s funny how they always say that about the era with the highest union membership and a 91% tax rate on the top bracket. Apparently their nostalgia is limited to keeping women in the kitchen, gays in the closet, and having separate drinking fountains.

Maybe he’ll luck out and it’ll be during the Lee Harvey Oswald leap so he can hang out with his dad.

Absolutely. As far as winning the popular vote is almost getting blown out, and a two time first lady and senator almost needs to raise her name recognition as much as a C list actress.

I was hoping conservative actress Janine Turner would get into politics and become Michelle Bachman’s running mate to create the Overdrive ticket.

It sort of worked for Sarah Palin for a little while. But if that’s the person Miss Dash is trying to emulate, she’s got bigger problems than scoring a national profile media gig.

The news is only reporting good stuff now?

She uses a sophisticated network of alternative information sources. She was gonna run for the 43rd district at first, but heard Inglewood always up to no good.

And what kind of dumbfuck uses the term “snowflake” unironically, right after they denied being a Trump supporter? We’re not exactly dealing with Donnie Brasco here, are we?

No, that’s intentional. I’ve met Iowa Nazis before, and it’s obvious that an increased knowledge of their brand hurts recruitment.

Having the word “dirigible” as your safe word while wearing a ball gag is no picnic either.

Yes! I totally forgot about the underwater part. Now I want to watch that scene again! It really evokes what it feels like to have a fun, carefree summer day; just like the Rahad Jackson one does with strung-out paranoia and frayed nerves.

And the transition to night time when the party is dying down and Dirk is…

So is this an ad for those jeans? Or is this a half screenshot of a kid telling me to donate money to Shriners Hospitals on one of those late night cable commercials that always makes me sad?

Oh yeah, the “Spill the Wine” scene is great too! I love Reed Rothchild on the diving board after Dirk went off it: “That was pretty good. But let me show you what you did wrong.”