went ham on those yams.

::walks in the room holding a bone saw and wearing a butcher's apron::

Yeah, it's not recent. Nothing really recent has moved me in that way, though, so I was doing my best.

Hmm…
This should fill me to the rafters with delicious Hate. But all I'm feeling is apathy.

There's an idea for a show right there, phel.

None of my good friends became foes, OTP. But many acquaintances died needlessly.

Annie Clark.
Dallas girl. Whataburger.

I've never thrown anything at anyone during an argument.

I can't watch any of that Animal Police shit. Too sad.

As for older stuff, the first time I listened to Led Zeppelin II all those many years ago, my head exploded. Still in rotation in the car to this day. My head, however, has not grown back.

After the organ faded out on "My Body is a Cage," I literally called up all my friends and told them if they didn't listen to Neon Bible, the friendship was over. Happened again with Bon Iver's For Emma, Forever ago. Also happened with Friend and Foe, OTP.

Agreed, JohnyMalo. Simple, effective, brilliant.

::rolls up sleeve to reveal a forearm covered in scars::

::takes a swig of Bourbon::
You ever gone toe to toe with an American short hair?

Degenerate? Enslaver? Ladies and gentlemen, I am outraged.

Oh, man. Bad form.

Oh Man.
I fucking love this movie. Weren't we just talking about this on Mike Myers' comment board?

Indeed, phel. I have killed a bum in the moonlight. I'll never forget the way the moon looked in the pool of his blood. Sad, almost. Like it was watching all of us and lamented what had become of mankind. And it gave me a powerful boner.

You know phel, it just occurred to me that if we joined forces we could practice our "hobbies" more efficiently. Call me.

Does he still have the Elephant Man's bones?