No matter how many times I ask, the electric ladies will not let me in. I'm such a nice guy, but they're only interested in bad boy assholes.

Like most true Americans, I prefer my bats spatchcocked.

Does anyone remember that show 'Outsourced' that was next to Community for like one season? I have never experienced such a massive quality gap thrown in my face like that before or since. That show managed to be even worse than 'The War at Home' which is no small feat.

If there's one thing a 100 degree electronic festival in Vegas needs more of it's dozens of meaty bikers who refuse to remove their leather vests.

Until Pecknold releases his full university transcripts we lack the context to truly listen to the album. I mean, what did he take for his PE credits? Probably yoga or something, but the people have the right to know.

This would never have happened at Electric Ladyland

I got an amber alert for this?

A swiss army knife, a wallet to bite down on, and a whole lot of crying.

Like these dudes aren't going to recognize the king of the south the instant he walks in the room.

The more the merrier, I say.

Makin' it rain from on high. I like it.

I didn't know I wanted to eat horse meat before, but after reading this I could really go for a horse burger. But only if the horse was evil so I won't feel bad. Like maybe it was a serial killer horse or a virulent racist horse descended from confederate horses.

Deke Slayton: Slayer of space tail

Just keep the leonard cohen airplane fuck scene in and I'm golden baby.

That was at the same time she was fighting Cheetah in a sweat lodge. It was a long, wet battle, and she needed some personal time after, ok.

Dammit. Mixed up starwipe and Catherine Zeta-Jones again.

"I think somewhere along the road we just kinda stopped fighting the Foo, you know? And before we knew it we had become the very Foo that we sought to fight. That's when things really started falling apart."

It's nothing compared to the kind of burning caused by peanut butter banana sandwiches and cocaine.

These guys are the original Filthy Friends.

Martha made a big batch of meatloaf and no one could be bothered to visit from the big city. It's not like you can fly or anything.