Don Knotts’ cameo as the renegade chopper pilot was hilarious.
[Found here.]

[Found here.]
I’m a pessimistic optimist, in that I expect the worst, and if the worst doesn’t come to pass, it’s gravy. This new year has the potential to be just as bad economically as 2011, but I have hope.
Trouble is, hope don’t feed the bulldog, so we’re forced to hunker down until the storm passes. There’s a small patch of blue sky on the economic horizon that suggests the worst may be over. Don’t bet on it clearing until after November when the political pendulum begins its slow return to normalcy, providing plenty of gravy and mixed metaphors for all.
It’s a complete mystery. Nobody knows exactly what went down in the San Fernando Valley in 1983 except for one proud lady displaying her bowling balls that she grew from seeds.
But that poster… creep city. An overweight one-armed busty yellow jacket with spit curls offsets the mysterious code on the right, below which is a secret symbol, kind of an anti-yin-yang deal. I smell evil.
[Image found here.]

[Image from here.]