If only Ryan had devoted his magical brain to nobler pursuits, he could have found the cure for cancer and lost it in a moonshiner's outhouse by now.

Listen, and understand. Ryan is out there. He cant be bargained with. He cant be reasoned with. He doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear, and he absolutely will not stop... EVER, until this channel is DEAD!

Congratulations to Ms. Belinda Montrose of Spurgeon, Indiana for picking "Jizz Napkin" in the New Funhaus Catchphrase pool!

No joke: I was seriously confused for a bit at the eight minute mark when they actually started to play a video game. This series is doing things to my mind that I'm not totally comfortable with.

Me: "There's no way that Ryan's Bargain Bin could possibly get any more self-indulgent." Ryan: "Hold this beer I dipped my balls into."

At this point I would not be surprised if the final episode was just Ryan beating off to each of his reflections in one of those multi-angle dressing room mirrors.