Hi DUAN. It's been a while. I'm going to do some music threads, because why the fuck not? First up, indie rock.

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This reminds me of that movie Tin Cup in that I didn't watch it.

All it takes to disgruntle Monica Seles is a case of laryngitis.

Between this and The Artist, it's been a lucrative year awards-wise for things that tell stories in black and white while managing to say nothing.

A man with just as much of a chance of winning a seat on the senate, Michael David Barrett, is pushing the fact that he has excellent "peephole skills".

You can clearly see her chameleon-toe in that suit.

Ha!

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What's a baseball bust to do once his career ends?

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Ha! You sound so much like one of my good friends. He will never accept natural peanut butter.

Planters has peanut butter now. I only like the natural stuff, but theirs is pretty fucking awesome.

There's a bar in my hometown that has amazing food. It isn't bar food, it's like an actual kitchen, and they have a burger like that on the menu. It doesn't sound like it would be, but it's pretty fucking amazing.

That's awesome. Have fun. I fully intend to listen to this album on my drive home from work now.

Unfortunately, the pastor forgot to bring the sacramental bread. When asked why they weren't having communion he replied "I'm just a Giglio, and I ain't got no body".

While everyone agreed that the pledge did a fantastic job of pretending to be Sanchez, many thought he took his commitment to character way too far when—after the hazing was over—he went home to take a nap and shit the bed.

Prior to that commercial, the furthest Tebow had delved into "Politik" was that time he made it 45 seconds into the lead-track from Coldplay's A Rush Of Blood To The Head album. He stopped listening because he felt the influence of the devil in the secular music, suddenly getting the urge to go to the local grocery…

Unreal.