no 6 in idea barrages

I like to believe that Mr. Potatohead’s first name is Starchibald. Mister Starchibald Potatohead, Esquire.

When they tell you you’re superior to some other group, they’re just setting you up to accept a hierarchy where you’re inferior to The Leaders too. Don’t buy it. We’re all just people, every one of us.

Bill Murray starts a mediocre Irish-tinged rock band called The Dropkick Murrays.

The next levels of magnitude in the category of asking for pain after Crusin’ for a Brusin’ are Yearnin’ for a Burnin’ and Lustin’ for a Combustin’.

Early computer generated animation compilation videos just hit different when they’re on laserdisc. They’re still good on VHS or DVD or whatever but they just HIT DIFFERENT on The Chonky Discs.

The Master of Disguise is best appreciated by taking it not as a movie, itself, but as a parody of all Mike Myers movies. On that level, by gum, we are ALL turtley enough for the Turtle Club.

Your friend saying “I think I’m gonna blow chunks!” means wildly different things, depending if they have a stomach bug or if they are standing in front of a bear bar.

The Beatles, driving around in a van with a dog, solving mysteries as Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Clue Band.