Erik comes bearing gifts, while Pomp reminds us to always check your back pocket.
I miss my Aiwa CX-NAJ50... 3 cds, 2 cassettes... 1 perfect machine.
Erik and Pomp prevent an alien invasion. You're welcome, planet Earth.
Treat yourself a round of Sicilian stuffing... and cranberry sauce.
We're starting a band called 'The Grover Clevelands'. We're going to open and headline every show.
This episode was far from purrfect, but some parts were hissterical. I'm really milking these cat puns.
Sometimes when you're a man, you drink pumpkin beer with a cinnamon sugar rim. Other times, you sing along to Nickleback in the shower.
There are three rules that I live by: never get less than twelve hours sleep, never play cards with a guy who has the same first name as a city, and never get involved with a woman with a tattoo of a dagger on her body. Now you stick to that, and everything else is cream cheese.
Sometimes the world looks perfect, nothing to rearrange. Sometimes you just get a feeling, like you need some kind of change.
The best part of summer is fall. Also, this episode is way longer than it is.
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a pickleballer.