I could barely watch Requiem for a Gleet the first time. Great, time to drink away that imagery again.

Everyone's dead… Including Hoss Bender, dead at the age of who the fuck cares.

This feels like Family Guy invading the sanctity of The Simpsons all over again. No one needed this, internet. No one.

Why not make this a proper Struggle?

Heath Ledger. Dark Knight, then nothing. (Sees himself out for the last time ever, no regrets.)

Psh, to you maybe. His Christmas album, A Colt 45 Christmas, is a fucking masterpiece.

Chop chop! Daddy want pie! Was the most I've laughed this year. And I've laughed. Oh how I've laughed.

This song came out when I worked in retail. It was part of a loop that ensured I would hear it 30 times a day. I hate it… I hate it so much…

There was so much more cheering in this than jokes that it was pretty rough to watch

We have seen the triplets before, technically, in last season's finale. Everyone was just too distracted by Jon Hamm to care.

Anyone wanna rank X-Men's?

Yeah, it's not like there are any other rappers who have died young.

The finger thing means the taxes!

Avey wrote about two-thirds of that album. Just sayin.

No man. No. I have had this album in my car on repeat for the last two months. It is groovy as fuck, has tremendous replay value, and to dismiss a track as freaking stunning as "Tropic of Cancer" like you did is… Come on. This is probably the best Animal Collective-related release since Merriweather Post Pavillion.…

She asked me what I asked for on my wish list.