I'm going to have to wait for fucking ever for both Series 2 and 3 to show up on Netflix, aren't I?

Ebbity-bippity-bippity-bibbity-b'WHOA, FUCK!!!

Torrenticus Totalus?

I heard the full title is gonna be "The Twilight Zone: No, Wait, I Think I've Seen This One…This is a Good One."

That's about right.

Now hang on, when you call Hank Jr. "inbred," you're sayin' some shit about Hank Sr. that ain't quite kosher with some of us.

Ah, you beat me to it.

I always thought Sesame Street was supposed to be a pretty economically-depressed inner city area to begin with. I mean, I wouldn't go walking around there at night. Buncha motherfuckers in the alley, waiting for your ass…"Brought to you by the letter M, and the letter S, and the number 13, bitch…"

Hey, it's Axl Loaf!

'Thrax were definitely the little guys of the Big Four (but hey, at least they weren't Testament, amirite?), but it gave them a lot of room to be goofballs that in retrospect made them seem a lot cooler than Slayer constantly trying to come up with new couplets about people rotting in hell's butt hole or whatever.
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I might have to pick it up as well…the clips sound good, and not just in a "good songs" or "good recording" way, but also a "makes me feel a little bit like I'm 14 again, only not nearly as stupid."

So who else got choked up back in '93 when they did the song "The Greatest Frank of All" over the closing credits, and it ended on the Frank Zappa tribute graphic? I remember being so annoyed by the song until that moment.

"…AND she's an acrobat, Ted!"

I'm not usually one to "go on the record" with anything, but I have prepared a statement and I want to go on the record right now:

I mean, I WANTED some Ghostbusters product, but I didn't even bother asking for it because I knew what I'd get; the '70s Ghost Busters shit was also CHEAPER than the real deal, which I knew made it a lock. There was no chance of getting that badass ambulance when there was some fuckin' '29 Ford Coupe or whatever right…

I remember becoming angry when I saw the "Fake Ghostbusters" toys in the JCPenney Christmas catalog.

The other day I was working on a new song. I had drum tracks recorded, guitars and keys, vocals. I was 80% done. And I listened back to it and deleted the entire thing because it just. Wasn't. Right. I am an unknown basement musician. Nobody hears what I do, and yet I decided to start over from scratch because I…

"Most of us don't have the burden of having our dumb teenage thoughts preserved and scrutinized for all history."
That's just good point-makin' right there.

I always felt like some Oi! bands were doing a bit of a cop-out with this kind of language:

I noticed the exact same thing in every city in Indiana that had both stores; although I prefer to just find-it-my-damn-self, on the rare occasions when I'd ask about something, Borders tended to have people that knew what you were talking about, while at B&N you were much more likely to get a "Uh….whuuuut?" in…