apr 18 in idea barrages

“Bronson Pinchot’s been working out,” she cooed, “that’s one bulky Bartokamous.”

Tim Allen wakes up in an insane asylum, gripped by the delusion he inherited the role of Father Christmas in THE SANITY CLAUSE.

Maybe the real grubhub was the nexus of maggots we found along the way.

I just want a bitter bleak deconstruction of everything bad about romantic comedies called MY BIG FAT GREEK DIVORCE. They could totally dismantle “wacky ethnic stereotype comedy” too, that’d be great.

The best name for a female-led bluegrass act is HOPALONG CASSANDRA.

You’d think “Angry Frat Bro Pretending To Be Goth To Impress A Goth Digs Starts Trying To Rap” would be the silliest thing ever but then the Opera Goth he’s trying to impress? SHE starts trying to rap and that’s why Evanescence’s “Wake Me Up” is the funniest thing ever recorded.

If you really think about it, Count Von Count, he did the math, he did the monster math and it DID catch on in a flash.

The greatest trick the devil pulled was making right-wing edgelords think it rebellious to reinforce ancient corrupt power structures.