Oh @avclub-0ae7484a9f3bbd2a21df420050c032ae:disqus , you blowhard!

Electric lo-ah-ah-ah-ove, electric love!

Just kicking around the old peanut.

We better get some white Stormy in the next episode.

I'm okay with anything that brings Li'l Abner back into the pop-cultural sub-conscience.

Some thoughts: Holy shit no. Goddamn.

Does the teapot work on emotional pain? I imagine it'd be easy to get yourself worked up about not being able to hurt yourself even though you need to for the cash and then boom, infinite teapot money.

Where is the library? My name is T-Bone, the disco spider.

Drama.

I tried reading The Sot-Weed factor but I put it down with about a quarter of the book remaining. It was fun to read but something about it didn't really grab me.

The Financial Lives of Poets. I strongly recommend reading on a porch with a glass of bourbon, weather permitting. Makes any book much better.

I have three subscriptions, one for each bathroom.

Do we have a Music Thread?

Addendum: You can use sex as a weapon only if you're Kim Jong Un.

I'm actually a little disappointed that fuckedmyprof.tumblr.com isn't a real thing.

Breaking Bad: The Breakingst Baddington Seasaroonie

I don't have anything to add other than the fact that my cat is named Rilo, after the band.

Gay picnic? I'm there.

BRAD NEELEY OWNAGE GAAAAAAABE.

Alas, poor Yorick. He relied on the handouts of a nanny-state and perished while the strong flourished around him. To Hamlet's Gulch, away!