Strictly for my ninjas.

Ah, fuck — I'm in Memphis.

Farmer Tans are in next year. Got to be ahead of the curve.

It was Tim Allen, as well as overzealous female TV critics who write excruciatingly over-thought pieces for New York or New Yorker magazine about "Girls."

@avclub-525f76574b3a2a5bcb4da793c92a16fb:disqus A special purpose?

It's a strange, heady mixture of feigning ignorance and a desire for the absurd. It's quite wonderful if you actually imagine what "Feelin' Hot Hot Hot" would sound like over the opening credits to this turdburger this movie just might be.

Buster Poindexter's "Feelin' Hot Hot Hot"

Duke Ellington's "Take the A Train."

Yeah, dude. Punk.

Who wouldn't.

You know what would be real punk? Going to see this movie despite the bad reviews.

SHUT UP, HONKEY!

The irony is painful for the thirsty consumer, beautiful for the smart bar owner.

Only Musicians Fuck Ugly Girls

When you go to one, the novelty should wear off quickly, and all you're left with is a fine bar with great cocktails.

@avclub-29c594132a7542399441bf2bf3e8f9f1:disqus I admit, I don't know my way around that one. I'll have to check it out tomorrow.

One more. But you have to be in a real moody mood for this one.

I should have added Paul's Boutique to my list. Damn.

I knew you would.

More or less agree with a lot that's being said — yes, the teenage angst thing is tiresome, but it is realistic and true. If it were cut down so that we'd have less time to sit around and listen to angsty teenager logic, I'd be much happier.