Forgive me father, I’d rather go to hell.

Attendance is down.

Cussing is up.

If mass goes long there may be violence.

In the name of the Father, Son, and the Lady of Spain.

…and the Polish saint Lawrence Welk.

Forgive him, Father, he knows not what he does.

NOOOOOoooOOOOooooo….!!!!!

I’d rather spend an afternoon in a knife store with Chucky than sit through an entire performance of this stuff.

I think Ian should extensively review the authenticity of this production as he is our resident My Little Pony expert.

I think Thor may be wearing fishnets… which is a haunting realization I could have lived without.

I got rabies just from looking at this.

I heart Thor.

Well, Thor apparently hearts Muscle Milk and Mark McGwire’s personal trainer.

Thor needs a session with The Dog Whisperer. For him, not for the dogs.

Tro-NONONONONO.

Hey, this is the dude from the clips that were played on Colbert the other night! It seems like some kind of 1970′s, mescaline induced, bulgarian yodel… –Todd

Coincidentally, ’1970′s Mescaline Induced Bulgarian Yodeling’ is the title of my next album. –Jared