Bacon-wrapped dove breasts. Tasty.

Speaking of hating both of them, how can we make this come true?:

Sorry, Tom, but I doubt we can get popular support for that plan. Most people think they have great taste and that anyone who doesn't like Jon & Kate is a pretentious windbag. So they're not going to get behind lighting themselves on fire, especially when we tell them they should do it because they're assholes.

Like who, tibber? (Not challenging, just asking.)

Have you seen the shirts, PGR? Dropping the 'r' seems strangely appropriate.

I'm not sure we can just be angry at Jon Gosselin, Tom. Don't we have to be angry at all the enablers, like the networks that put him on TV and the viewers who watched him enough that the networks kept him on TV? Aren't we all to blame, here?* And doesn't that mean that the repo man's self-directed anger is…

Epic fail! That was even more awful than the first minute and a half.

Hey, 789, kjohnson's got it right. We don't catch the smart ones.

Yo, MHJ, I'm with you on the ignorant and proud team. I've heard of Volcom, though I'm not sure why. Affliction and TapOut are new to me. So is Alpha Male (at least in the clothing context). That sounds like it has dickhead written all over it.

Sounds like a good reason not to go anywhere, Tom.

You only think that's your internal monologue, AILMH. Tyrell actually put it there.

Hell, with that Otto. I don't need to have worked in a grocery store to hate Phil Collins so much that sometimes it makes me want to throw up.

My first job that didn't involve a paycheck from a family member or friend for mowing the lawn was as a camp counselor. It was non-stop classic rock: Grateful Dead, Allman Bros., etc.

Don't worry about it, Geddy. With twitter, they'll be tweeting and reading the updates, rather than shouting them into the very small microphone on a cell phone (SMALL MICROPHONES ONLY PICK UP LOUD VOICES, DUH!). So you won't have to hear it as often. And they'll think they're connected, despite never actually…

Texas state flag? Weak sauce, son. You should have gone for the tribal tat. Or a sweet Chinese character. No, I don't know what it means. So what?

Puck. Crap. I remember watching a Real World San Francisco marathon the day after my college roommate's 21st birthday. Three of us sat around a New York apartment in August with no air conditioning and a case of MGD in cans that we left on the coffee table in the sweltering heat. The beers got warmer, but we drank…

Don't forget o-ring bracelets and leg warmers.

Riff, was that you wearing the Stevie Nicks concert tour t-shirt with the 3/4 length sleeves (black sleeves/white torso, obviously) at the Bedhead show I saw in Dallas a while back? You crazy kids. Oh, wait, it's we Gen Xers who are crazy, right?

No kidding. I talk shit about the youth all the time, but no one pays me for it. Damn kids.

Say "No!", then go, and tell someone you trust.