Can't buy a bucket!

He put the biscuit in the basket!

I remember at Wrestelmania 9 when the Head Shrinkers sent Charlie Steiner flying head first over the top rope.

What're they going to do, write a seething Live Journal entry at me?

Or more accurately, get their dads to do it for them.

Just by watching the trailer I found out it was possible for Vince Vaughn to phone in an already phoned in performance. All he had to do was register a pulse and he can't even bother to do that.

If this were a 1970's sci fi schlock fest starring Steve McQueen, Adrian Barbot, and Robert Shaw as the head of the murder mob it could have become a cult classic.

I don't know if Generation X pandering is the same thing as pouring your heart out. On top of her god awful bellowing the lyrics are almost focus grouped by people wanting to know what the kids are up to.

Her menstruating heart is bleeding enough for two, you mean.

When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school.
His mind would turn unto the waters.

If you are a turd then you are most certainly not fecally challenged.

Last time we had Morrissey, now we have Linda Perry. For the hat trick of over emoting, dumb shit vocalists the next hate song should be from Say Anything.

Do you wanna die?

Indianapolis' sloppy seconds. There, I said it.

Kyle Ryan must have booked it.

Mutumbo is Colorado's greatest sports star.

They came to Portland. They blew. We don't want 'em.

If you're going to name your band after a RB then it should be Sweetness.

If you ignore his athletic ability Frerotte would be a good band name.

I saw these guys last year when they opened for Teenage Bottlerocket. They're a collection cheese dicks who aren't nearly as funny as they think they are. They did a cover of "Straight Edge" because they thought it would be ironic since everybody there was having beer. Hardy fucking har.