When the Mall of America opened in 1993, I got, through an industrial temp agency, a job there in the garbage "department." All day long, dumping garbage cans full of half-eaten hot dogs and shit-filled diapers into dumpsters, and then hauling the dumsters to be dumped into bigger dumpsters. The guy I worked with all…

Plus, why beat them when you can just get 'em good and doped up on Ritalin and Xanax and Prozac and whatnot, and sit their asses in front of an electronic screen of some sort for hours on end?

I like the title.

People do get upset about their music. And their internets. Amazing how tapping little plastic buttons and looking at pixels on a screen can make a person think they are thinking thoughts and feeling feelings.

Who is moving left? It seems like the whole country is getting more and more crazy right-wing. Our fucking Democrat president puts so many troops into Afghanistan that we have more there than the Soviets ever did, and M.Moore doesn't say anything about it, in movie or interview! I'd say what fucking left? Or what…

Or drinking? If you're going to waste your time, take some brain cells out too.

Battlefield Earth, which is FUCKING AWESOME. It's the best Scientologist parody movie ever made!

I would rather see an adaptation of his article on attending the Adult Video News Award show in Vegas.

"Here Comes my Baby" is the greatest pop song about a stalker ever.

"Release of an oath" sounds like "pinching a loaf."

(Ahem.) (Cue "organ.")

Does an unpaid intern get a driver/photographer/girlfriend like a certain chicken-sandwich reviewer does?

Why would you be surprised? Have you tried to listen to any commercial country radio stations lately (as in, in the last 20 years?) Really, they are aimed at sub-morons who get spontaneous erections at the words "troops," "God," "flag," and "America." Garth Brooks is god-damned W.A. Mozart compared to some of the…

A great collateral benefit, to be sure.

They should just cut out Gene Simmons' tongue and induct THAT into the RRHOF.

More like Do Ya Blow Cody, amirite?

When they played funk rock, RHCP were really good. And then they started crooning. And the singer's crooning voice is so fucking irritating. And then came ALL af the god-damned funk rock Chili Pepper clones.

They are referring to their monstrous Oedipal complexes.

What IS the fun of a high school simulation without sex, drugs, drinking, fighting, etc? This is like a flight simulator where all you can do is cruise on auto-pilot.

You know, the chick in this song must have a pretty dense husband. Not only does he not notice that his best friend is fucking his wife, he doesn't notice (or mind) that she puts on crazy mouring garb and walks the hills at night, apparently a lot, after the protagonist is hanged.