I saw them live in 2004 or 5, and they put on a great show. Art was hell on people trying to mosh (“It’s a free rock show and nobody wants your Doc Martens in their skull”) and tried to encourage a good vibe. When the band took an encore break, he stayed on stage and played acoustic for us all. It was cool.

“I will Buy You A New Life” and “Wonderful” were pretty big hits.

S0ngs from an An American Movie 1&2 were both pretty damn good as well.

Acknowledging context would sort of mute the Gawker outrage machine, no?

This kind of guy! Seriously, your remark just made me remember this article, and I now love you for it. http://www.theonion.com/article/area-m…

“Aww, how cute! It’s like a penis, only smaller!”

Government personnel are so surprised when people are polite and respectful that they’ll go miles out of their way to help you. People get worked up when they’re transacting with the government because sometimes the stakes appear to be so high, and they seem to almost preemptively lash out because they’re expecting a…

Some people just have serious entitlement issues.

Always. Don’t even mention it beforehand — otherwise he’ll probably pop one right then and there.

Thinking about not getting one makes it worse. Almost always. Inappropriate boners are the fucking worst things ever. Aside from trying to ride a fucking bike with my balls hanging out — not going to even think about the logistics of that.

I’m just trying to figure the logistics of riding with my goods out. Placement of the plums would be much more difficult to figure out than the disposition of the dong.

At the most inopportune time, too. It’s really ... hard... to get one to stop growing once it starts. Kind of like Pringles: once it pops, well, you know.

“Do you know who I am? The Congressman won’t be happy!”

No beer in the grocery store here in Maryland. It confused the hell out of me when I moved up. I was wandering around Safeway for about 20 minutes looking for the damn beer aisle.

Wow, WV has changed since I moved away in 2000. I grew up there and never once saw a goddamn Thai restaurant. We had the stereotypical shitty Chinese buffet/carryout named _______ Dragon.

I don’t. People love my sauce, too.

I’ve never seen this strip before. Thank you!

I’ve lived in DC for around 10 years, and I get stories from over half of my cabbies.

The name’s Francis Soyer, but everybody calls me Psycho. Any of you guys call me Francis, and I’ll kill you. [Ooooooh!] You just made the list, buddy. And I don’t like nobody touching my stuff. So just keep your meat-hooks off. If I catch any of you guys in my stuff, I’ll kill you. Also, I don’t like nobody touching…

That sounds like the future. Fucking Trek-style food reconstitution. “Computer! McRib, hot, extra onions, and Tea, Earl Grey, hot.”