Armstrong is going to be a bitchin last name. It’ll be like, I’m somehow related to Neil. Although not really.
A bunch of silly love songs
For wishing that Bob Costas would just, like, die.
Bowls and bowls and bowls of Lucky Charms.
Refuse to give St. Augustine his own holiday, too. Or St. Etienne. Or St. Germain.
Last night I saw a billboard announcing the impending DVD arrival of Disney’s Cinderella II: The Magic Didn’t End At Midnight. Is nothing in this world sacred? I personally don’t care if Disney decides to go ahead and sequalize the hell out of Snow Dogs â€” that creepy talking canine debacle, dear God, as if. [...]