Now I know what to do if an amoral military colonel should trap me in my garden.
The public radio show Sound Opinions asked the world for their favorite guilty pleasures, and I happily gave mine: "MacArthur Park" by Richard Harris.
Only one man can feed Gene Simmons. And his name... is Carrot Top.
Who's with me, besides uniformed penguins and soccer-loving I Can't Believe It's Not Butter users?
We're thinking of changing the sign on our front door to read "NO SOLICITORS OR VIOLENT GENOME CREATURES."
I guess it's probably true, but why must I be the one to know it?
Friends, meet the website that turns Richard Nixon into one of those blue things from that big movie thing.
A short-on-cash Face puts his gift of gab to use on the lucrative motivational speaking circuit. He's encouraging people all over the country to think smart, think positive and live the dream â€“ including one of Decker's trusted lieutenants, who is so motivated to find his charges that he dives from the balcony and tackles Face on the spot. The problem? The rest of the team is suffering from apathy, and don't feel like rescuing anybody.
Hannibal's on his own with a tummy full of poisoned milk. If you don't know he's a vigilante, it sounds like a the plot of a Little Golden Book.