Official online dating soundtrack of Pigfeet:

If you weren’t looking for hookups in the early 2000s on collegeclub.com, you haven’t lived for shit. It was like my personal dating Wild West with a nice touch of youthful novelty.

I think Bobby Bowden did, actually.

The CDC’s advice is stupid. Clearly they should advise pregnant women to postpone Zika exposure. Duh.

Please. I beg you, please.

#dribbleghazi

I’M OUTRAGED BY THE LACK OF OUTRAGE! OFF TO DO SOME PCP!

These cry baby “religious freedom” bills will cease to exist as soon as some bakery run by fundamentalist Muslims refuses to serve a women wearing short shorts. Funny how these bullshit bills really only pertain to Christianity.

It’ll be okay.

I’ve been in a committed relationship for 10 years. I have never once come anywhere near needing to stop someone from kissing me. That’s in part because I don’t make a habit of putting anyone in the position of thinking that kissing me would be appropriate or wanted.

Joyce Hyser made me feel funny tinglings in the 80s. Beautiful, irresistible tinglings.

I’m not necessarily saying that I want Donald Trump and Diego Costa to be on an ill-fated flight in the coming days, but I wouldn’t exactly shed any tears.

You just know that Roger Espinoza would love to go studs up on him.

How does one put the sun in a morning babe?

My cat is currently drinking the milk that she waited so patiently for. She should consider herself fortunate that I decided to have raisin bran for lunch.

When really, fuckwit would almost be interchangeable with either word at this point.

If only their parents would have had abortions.

The weird thing is that some of his pictures just scream “Hot Man Meat!” while others make me say “nah”.

SHE PROBABLY EVEN USED A MACHINE.

I really wish that the band could have continued the evolution that Songs of Faith and Devotion promised, but alas, we know that there were all sorts of stuff behind the scenes (Gahan’s issues that you mentioned, Wilder saying “Fuck this shit.”).