Probably because they’re objectively awful.

The Who has been around for almost 60 years and released dozens of albums. Yet the only songs Q104 will play by them are Baba O’Riley and Won’t Get Fooled Again. And they play both at least daily.

This list is stupid because everyone with ears and brain has Zeppelin at #1.

Pink Floyd is abysmal, self-indulgent garbage and people that like them are wankers.

That was a thing?  I mean, everyone did the thermal shirt under t-shirt look, but pants?  That’s preposterous.

My favorite layering was that fad about ten years ago when guys (and occasionally, gals) would put a too-tight t-shirt over a button-down.  What the fuck WAS that?!!

Montana wasn’t a sack of potatoes, but I could have won with those offensive weapons.

I wear shorts and old t-shirts with the sleeves cut off year-round in the house, because my wife keeps the thermostat at 74 from October through April and screeches like a howler monkey if my daughter or I lower it. She hides the gas bill from me.

I thought everyone said alcoholism wasn’t as prevalent in places like France and Italy because drinking is seen as common and normal and not a “forbidden fruit”.

Yeah, on what planet is he a “mop-up reliever”?

My father-in-law used to work in Victoria’s warehouse.  That was our emergency go-to for decades.  It’s pretty good.

And we get it, Trump is the Source Of All Evil, but can we get a break from the “Has Trump ever...” and “Do you think Trump can...” questions?

My favorite AYCE is fried chicken.  It’s nice because of all the variety.  Thighs, breasts, wings, maybe a drumstick.  Breaks it up.

You are right about not ordering red sauce because it’s easy to make, but... Ragu? NO.  Rao’s or homemade.

My daughter came home from school around the 3rd grade and pronounced me a drug addict because I drank beer.  That’s what they told her in class.  My wife said I was no longer allowed to drink in front of her.  I told them both to go jump in a lake.

Not all the pasta in fine restaurants is homemade. The linguini in that bowl of frutti di mare, or that side of penne, came from a box.

I am primarily of Italian heritage, and I only go out for Italian (if it’s my choice) at fancy places. Pasta-and-red-sauce joint? I can make that myself, just as good if not better. But homemade pappardelle or gnocchi or those little “beggar’s purses”, stuff like that is worth it.

Sounds like one of those assholes assaulting people for wearing a hat, or attending a political rally he doesn’t support.

A few years ago I left the headlights of my ‘66 Ford on after driving to the cemetery as part of a funeral procession. (It was my daily driver the time, and yes, it was weird). I was two blocks away when I thought of it and as I trotted back and turned the corner, another mourner was just reaching in the open window…

My wife couldn’t just enjoy the moment.  She kept asking “Why is he smiling?  WTF is wrong with him?”