Speaking of beautiful young African-American women, who is that lovely Nubian goddess in your profile picture, @avclub-0d4efaa2c9d1041eb9b8b5319eec8531:disqus ?  She's gorgeous.

Time.  I need time to change the Crystal Cave.

After yesterday's performance, I don't breath conventional air.  I've been reborn and sustain by inhaling this beautiful ether-like substance.  It's sort of like that stuff in 'The Abyss' but with Dawes.

He's a complicated man and no one undestands him but his butcher. .

"Are we still doing the Dawes schtick?"

As I understand it, his campaign song was 'Last Caress'.  He gets my vote.

Like regular sick but with a broke-ass weave.

The brilliance of that is right after ZMF throws out the OF COCK line, Lobsters follows up with a Christmas themed joke.

One of the single greatest things I've seen on the internet.  I'm glad you grabbed this version before they changed.  I don't know which one of you sick fucks is responsible this bit of genius but it's brilliant.

I think I've laughed out loud two dozen times reading these threads.  This was yet another time.  Well fucking done.

Wait, are you saying this as a good thing or a bad thing?  Because when I saw this article couldn't click on it fast enough.  I've been laughing my ass off all day.  But then again, I've always really gotten a kick out of the whole Dawes meme.

I'm probably going to be reading (and laughing at) these threads for the rest of my life.  So much fun.

That's funny you mention that because I spent the entire wedding telling people how great Fucked Up are.  I'd pull out my phone and exclaim "You gotta listen to this band!"

It was great.  Thanks for asking.  Everyone had a wonderful time, the weather was beautiful and my speech got a nice ovation and made a lot of people cry.  It would have just about perfect if I had hooked up with one of the really cute girls there.  But alas, that was not meant to be.

This is one of my all time favorite threads:

Apparently, they banned the poster called That Laurel Canyon Sound, which, if true, was a dick move. 

Exactly.  I'm perfectly fine drinking a crappy beer all day in the proper setting like a party or barbeque or, as you said, festival.  Actually, there's something appealing and familiar with drinking Coors or Miller out of red Solo cups on hot summer day.  You want to down some microbrew stout all day, be my guest.

Aye.

I like to think of it as sort of like the spider-head that tries to crawl away in 'The Thing'.

You're goddamn right.