Tell it to Mr. Puv.

If there's anything as good as 'Farewell Transmission,'
I'll be pretty happy. That's a great song.

Sigh.
I hate it when musicians are so blatantly tailoring their music specifically to appeal to Zodiac Motherfucker in hopes of getting the coveted rating of OWNS. Show a little subtlety in your pandering, guys.

The demons have befouled the air
with their vomitous excretions.

If there are Princess Di and John Denver versions of that joke, they're clearly useless. Di was in a car wreck and was not decapitated; Denver crashed his plane, and may or may not have been decapitated along with whatever else happens to you when you're in a plane crash. And the Morrow thing happened years earlier,…

How did they know Vic Morrow had dandruff?
They found his Head & Shoulders in the bushes.

Hell, it's worth a try.

Those people on that Free Republic website must be the biggest bag-of-hammers dumbasses on the entire internet. I don't have to tell you, that's saying something.

The Daily Buzzkill
I guess that's an okay idea, but I feel pretty sorry for you having to wade through the death and shambles of celebrity lives five days a week. Maybe you should become one of those zany crime-scene cleaners instead, keep you a little cheerier.

Wigwam
The weird Bob Dylan song, which isn't as obscure as it otherwise would be, was the first dance I had with my wife (once she was officially my wife, I mean). Our vows were adapted from, of all things, a Jazz Butcher song; I'll leave it to the Jazz Butcher fans here to guess which one if you're curious.

Just because his name is yes yes doesn't mean you have to repeat yourself too.

The term is "rappiste." Your hippity-hoppity cred is in serious doubt, sir.

If it's not with guns or at least rapiers, I'm not interested.
Let's put a little more showmanship back into the genre, guys, come on now.

All I know about The Biggest Loser is that each ginormous contestant has a personal fridge, and all the fridges are standing in a row, and when a contestant is kicked of Fatty Island, their fridge door slowly and sadly closes, and the light on top of the fridge goes out. And I find that hilarious for some reason.

Partnering up with a maniac two weeks before retirement.
And buying a boat before actually safely retiring.

No, Kilmer looks like Dennis Miller, the unfunny comedian, on that video cover. Fiddy does indeed look bewildered.

Pynchon Purists Plead for Plain Paper Packaging to be Provided for Purchasers of Potentially Puerile, Powerfully Purfled, Primarily Purple Publication.

They already believe in angels, so probably yes.

It's sort of like Burl wrote that column.
That's meant as a compliment, of course.

Ice to see you
Real ice.