A lot of people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a
bunch of unconnected incidents and things. They don't realize that
there's this, like, lattice of coincidence that lays on top of
everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're
thinkin' about a plate of shrimp. Suddenly…

She's a Jerri-Blank-esque pole-and-hole omnisexual.

"We're going mainstream. All you have to do to the lyrics is replace 'Jesus' with the word 'baby'…"

Bro-rack Bro-ssein Bro-bama.

Much better than Knott's Berry Farm.

There was literally so much cocaine going around in the '80s that a film version of Peter Gabriel's "Shock the Monkey" was planned, written, and filmed by adults wearing suits. Seriously, if other commentators didn't mention it I would have thought I imagined it alI.

So, by making the characters pilot unmanned drones they are going to remove the element of personal danger that was the only thing that made the characters in the original in any way impressive, or indeed, anything but catastrophically raging torrents of douche?

I call the rosebush behind my house "the triffid." This sounds awful though.

"Here's where the story ends" always makes me feel like I have to go out and get laid, because it makes me forget I'm not a virgin anymore.

Because boobs. And because audiences are cattle.

Shouldn't it have been "CaLoRine"? And shouldn't Calorine be the long-since-trademarked name of an artificial sweetener?

Season 22: "Quick! You've got to fly to New Guinea to cover the big annual penis gourd festival!"

Of course not, since the big reveal next season is that Robin is, and has always been, Marshall's Tyler Durden.

Why not? The world is not underpopulated, and by my estimation at least half of the people who become parents are terrible at it.

I suppose I should say Ian but since he is now unconflictedly out and proud there's really not much more left for his character to do or be, so I'm going to say a tie between Debbie (since she's still more of a blank slate) and Ethel, since she's going to have the most work to do to re-engage/engage for the first time…

Simulated, extremely badly. Didn't you notice the guy in Fiona's fantasy a couple of eps back apparently attempting to chisel her hipbone apart? Oh, and have you ever noticed that William H Macy looks uncannily like Jake Morgandorfer?

It's one of those things, like football (fuck the Superbowl in its 14karat gold ring) that weak-willed men are convinced they are supposed to enjoy by BMOC-types, because if you don't you're a homo.

Women?

NAUGAHYDE HECATOMB! (also available as a band name)

Actually, I thought the film of the Road was rather well done.