That assumes that Bieber ages at the rate of normal human beings.

WHERE'S CHILD SUPPORT????

Poutine Poontang

"Hey! You! Get off of my cloud!"

It's here because every time either Gibbard or Deschanel was mentioned anywhere on this site, there was an entire thread devoted to bitching about how he'd taken her off the market. We have no one to blame but ourselves.

Fuck yeah, I watched that one recently and that moment is still terrifying. I watched it twice just to make sure, and the second time freaked me out even more.

Where are you????

The FBI has it on good authority that Jeff Tweedy dreamed about killing someone again last night, and it felt alright to him.

Ah, I thought it looked like a hand grasping a big, meaty loaf … and I was right!

"God gave me a gift, Ben. I shovel well. I shovel very well."

Can we use "build a quicky gazebo" as a euphemism for the television
trope of a contrivance set up from a mile away and executed haphazardly?
As in, "Boy they sure built a quicky gazebo over that plot hole!"

Yup yup yup. Folds' songs didn't make me feel icky until "Way to Normal," when it seemed to get personal and bitter. Until then, they just seemed like character studies of underdogs and losers with pretty melodies and occasional snotty rock attitude—and I still love most of them.

Ooh, yeah, baby, play with that roll. Now butter it up.

And what bug did that Kurt Cobain guy have up his bum? Why's he gotta be so pissed at the world?

What is this, first century Rome?

I bet if you dressed as a sexy priest or something you could win a cross-country race in a Volt.

Yeah, but this is ironic beef.

Obviously.

What about double-ass to double-ass?

I'd never been able to get into Spoon until Transference, and I though it was pretty good and it made me go through their discography in reverse order … so basically what Noel Gallagher was talking about. I fucking LIVED it, man!