I cannot stand Rachael Harris.

"I'm Barry, and this is Lavon, and we're standing here, in front of $240 worth of pudding."

Classic shit. Just classic.

 

Yes, I dressed as Barry (and a buddy was Levon) for one Halloween.

 

And this gem from Wikipedia: Who is Rachael Harris' BFF?

Why, none other than Dwight Schrute's ex, Angela Kinsey.

Yeah, that fits.

 

First let's deal with the "who's Dwight Schrute" issue. Then we can get to the "who's Angela Kinsey" issue.

 

Oh, you poor, poor strikeout victim in the world of pop culture.

 

I've seen about five minutes of The Office. That said, you're probably right.

 

"There's poop falling from the ceiling. Poop."

 

There is not an episode of I Love The 80's/90's where I don't say at least twice, "Who the hell is this person?"

 

Oh, man, Adam Levine and another member of Maroon 5 are doing quick hits on "I Love The 80s."

This is not a good sign at all.

And another guy who I'd love to just crowbar off my TV screen -- that Greg Fitzsimmons guy.

 

There's not an episode of those shows where I don't say "That person wasn't even alive when that trend was popular."

 

They're now on '87. Max Headroom.

Anddddd ... there's Gilbert Gottfried.

And Rachael Harris.

Did I mention ...