"Look out, Mrs. Campbell—they're Irish!"

@avclub-ab394288aed46588bdc90bf4b541ec0d:disqus  Drink some Coca-Cola, it'll settle your stomach.

Exposure to the Great Old Ones. The working title was "The Whisperer in West Egg."

He's one cell down from Tobey Maguire in this film.

ZELDA PLAN

Would you settle for spirits of elderflower?

Jell-O-pudding-eating motherfucker!

He was going to the bathroom.

The Kwiscotch Haderon.

Flagged because of course it was.

"Never get off of the boat! Hell's bells, Trudy!"

ADVICE IS FIVE CENTS, BAM-A-LAM

Too many 40-degree days!

Sounds like the white-guy version of Dolemite's boast in the Human Tornado trailer. (NSFW but contains 70s breasts): http://www.youtube.com/watc…

"Darktown is spreading! Darknesses!"

Now they just made Lenny Sands cry.

There's a magic moment at about American Tabloid, that begins to fade with the shorter fiction after that. Late-90s nonfiction is strong, but Cold Six Thousand carried out the bebop writing too strongly. Didn't care about the characters in Blood's A Rover.

Or "Darktown."

Big Pete says throw in the odd shitbird.

Didn't they also say this about The Stuff?