So what would have to happen to her that was so bad she wouldn't deserve it for supporting Bay? Robot gang rape?

You have to end it with "Oh nooooooo……!" *Splash*

Just pretend you are a puppy in a big bucket.

It's all Hank Garfield's fault. They went from funny, ass-kicking and heavy to being a fake-jazzy backup band for humorless poetry readings in the span of about two years.

I seem to remember him appearing on Letterman in the mid-80's, claiming that his doctor told him he had to quit singing the way he did or else he'd, what, get throat cancer or something.

I'm always kind of disappointed when people who are famously addicted to smoking quit. Like Waits, or David Sedaris, or more recently Chris Hitchens. Not that I wish them ill health or anything. It's sort of like wistfully remembering when a person could smoke in a movie theater, not to mention inside a fucking bar.…

How about pointing out, in a completely neutral, non-snarky manner, that the writer of at least one song is a brain damaged person. And that another got hit in the head by falling debris.

My 3-year-old daughter talks just like that: "Daddy, I want some raisins, some raisins. Daddy, I want the light on, the light. Daddy, don't kill the bunny, the bunny!" And I say "You talk just like Johnny Two Times!" And she repeats her raisin request.

Fucking A.

That is some interesting stuff, drdarkeny. Thanks.

Filterless Spirits are really tasty.

Do you mean "fictional" or narrative movies about something you think is real? Because one could argue that various documentaries are scary, depending on how seriously you take global warming or evil corporations or whatnot.

After 25 years, we finally have an explanation for the $5,000 toilet seat! It's a "cheek-spreader"!

I was thinking it was like a male version of FDS. (Feminine Deodorant Spray, for you youngsters.)

I've often wondered why someone would prefer to play guitar if he knows how to kick ass on fiddle. At least he preferred playing fiddle to telling jokes onstage.

Drunkenly stomped her to death, in front of their 14-year-old daughter, while making paranoid accusations of infidelity and theft. Although "stomped" is such a harsh term.

Spade Cooley was indeed a fucked-up dude. Dropped dead right after playing fiddle one last time, while on furlough from prison for beating his wife to death, playing a benefit for a county deputy sheriff's union.

"Cooter." Like a thing that coots? Or like it has cooties?

Yep, nice write-up Mr. Rabin. Thanks.

Turning a housewife into a ho, on the other hand…