There’s actually a Jesus Christ Superstar parody told from the view of the innkeeper (featuring The Mighty Boosh’s Noel Fielding and Julian Barratt, Julia Davis, Rich Fulcher, Matt Lucas, Matt Berry and Richard Ayoade):

AD/BC: A Rock Opera

Did anyone else think of Annie?:

https://youtu.be/QlGvUim1GPE

Fresh fruit not good enough for you?

And what about the arrow?

It’s pointing down diagonally, which - at least to me (and for pretty much any GUI I can think of) - indicates, that it should be affecting both axes.

Then again, that whole illustration isn’t all that great to begin with. So who knows, what that arrow is supposed to signify…

I guess God and Homer approach problems like these in a similar fashion:

https://youtu.be/G05-4wrN8bM

Here you go create another fable.

Made me think of Stewie as Darth Vader choking a black dude and the black dude’s like: “But you’re choking my…” (Implying that it’s not the neck, that’s choked). And Stewie says: “I know. But I’ll continue the choking. Because I’m angry with you.”

But I couldn’t find the clip, so I guess it’ll just be a trip down memory lane for some old farts like me. For everyone else too young to remember, I’ve brought this picture:

I like its answers and its “fine, have it your way, whatever” attitude at the end of your conversation.

It would have been even better, if I’d said:

“An excellent source of irony.”

But alas, I’m not that witty on the spot. :-P

/********** Setting up the fkuArray **********/

fkuArray = array(…

Oh, the irony. :D

Should be fairly easy with it being nicely greased up. :-P

Bronch (switch on CC, if you don’t speak German):

https://youtu.be/6mmOePeKcP0

Germany’s answer:

Knorkator is genuinely a great band, btw.

Kinderlied: https://youtu.be/oOeugwd4vqs

Für meine Fans: https://youtu.be/sGcBuwPD4rw

I’ve got two theories as to what that poster was trying to say:

Der Herr Der = Durr Hurr Durr

Or:

Der Herr Der = reference to “Die Bart, Die”

But as to the real meaning: Der Herr Der Elemente = The Master Of Elements

“Did I tell you about my mom and dad? Well, my mom and dad went on vacation down at Mammoth Cave, Kentucky. This was about…six years ago, I think. Seems like it was six, about six years ago…six or seven, possibly seven, could be. Somewhere in there, six, seven: more than six, less than seven. Let’s call it six and a half. So my mom and dad went on vacation at Mammoth Cave, Kentucky, and my dad found a big rock. …What he thought was a big rock; turns out it was a dinosaur turd. A petrified dinosaur turd, twenty-seven-pounder.”

“You know, now that I think of it, it might have been eight years ago. That would’ve been close to Y2K, wouldn’t it? Remember Y2K? Whatever happened? Everybody was all worried about that; nothin’ ever happened. Hahahahahaha. Big fuss…nothin’ ever happened! You know? God, that’s strange, you know? So let’s say…we’ll say it’s eight years ago, it was either eight or five.”

“So my dad gave my mom this big turd; he said, ‘Here, Mom, this is a big dinosaur turd; put it in your purse and take that home.’ My mom said, ‘Dad, I don’t think this is a dinosaur turd; this thing is still warm. Whoever dropped this thing is still walking around in here, and we better get the fuck outta this cave!’”

“Nine years ago! Nine. I know it was nine because my wife was pregnant with our first boy, Mak Mudi Ben’el Said ben Salaam. And he’s ten now. …Or is he? He’s eleven, maybe he’s eleven. He’s either eleven or five.”

One of us. One of us. :-)

Haensulus Graetulaque ante portas stat.

“Cnuspa, cnuspa Wasa. Qui cnuspat mea casa?”

“Ave, Hexa. Morituri te salutant.”

Well, she’s changed a lot after her 16th birthday: