You're right. They're both past their primes now. I'm not going to say anybody but Floyd is the best boxer alive until somebody proves it, but Pacquiao's in steep decline: he's probably not one of the top four or five guys I'd like to see in the ring with Floyd anymore. More than that, though, both of their brands…

Truly, he is doing a disservice to the good name of accidental shit discharges.

Yeah, Landry's had a rough go of it with trucks.

This theme of quixotic ambition leading to failure has dogged Landry throughout his life: for example, in his 20s, he jumped out of college and attempted to be a competent NFL defensive back.

Contrary to what you might think, the reason he lost the race isn't that he couldn't keep up with the truck. It's that he put his head down, ran right past his house, and vaporized the little old lady watering her geraniums next door.

I'm not gonna start a whole big fight here, but I will say that the argument you're making is rooted in a much more superstitious and supernatural belief about the nature of religion than the one that accompanies the faith in God that I have and for which I will make no apology.

Oh man. I couldn't watch more than a minute of that. Soooo excruciating.

God help me, I love that song.

What a nice thing to say. What a nice guy you are. You know, amid all the ugly burner trolling and "you're a fag!"ing and whatnot, a reply like this really restores my faith...

I'm sorry to do this, sincerely, but:

Oooh, no, I've never seen that. And I must.

Read my reply to Raysism. Gleeful profanity is better than stone-serious dumbassedness.

"You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul" is worse. The lyric you quoted isn't exactly Yeats, but neither is it trying to be. I'm not gonna hate it just for being straightforward and literal. The "ice inside your soul" lyric is ten times worse for its pretentiousness and for the seriousness with…

See, but there's a difference between the gleefully profane and the miserably serious. I'm not saying the lyric you quoted is Shakespeare, but I think it's better than the "ice inside your soul" lyric above, perversely because it wasn't intended to be good. The "ice inside your soul" gal clearly thinks she's…

Spring was never waiting for us, girl

I mean, really. It's a godawful dumb song, but a very good illustration of the relationship between content and delivery. A lyric like, "you're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul," might not be so unutterably apeshit retarded in a sort of saucy, energetic, "ooh the sexy she-devil" dance-pop type song:…

That's a trick question. Immortals don't get obituaries.

Friends, 39 years ago, Led Zeppelin - to its eternal shame - released an album that included a song which contained the following lyrics: