It very well could be because Eddie has such a sensitivity to music that if a rhythm or melody or riff catches his ear he's afraid it'll emerge in his playing and maybe he'll pick up some less than desirable stuff in the process. He wants to keep his repertoire as original as possible, maybe?

I CAN'T!

Dave's such an Atomic Punk, and Eddie's Out Of Love for Dave. Their's is a House of Pain. I'll Wait for all of your upvotes by modeling my Drop Dead Legs…

*pretends to Google Cutie Hip, as though I don't already know exactly what it is*

I had to AltaVista your clever comment to come up with this witty response. If you're unsure of what I speak you might want to Ask Jeeves for some assistance. And if that proves inadequate do an Archie search. Hmmph.

You hate EVERYTHING that Speilberg does?! What about how he always backs up after he intentionally runs over a puppy, you know, to put it out of its misery? You hate that?!

No, I got it. But then again, you're ALWAYS talking about your Fleshlight. Hmmph.

As a child—a dire, pathetic condition mercifully relieved by the inexorable passage of time—I was only very, very rarely granted the extreme luxury of a store bought hamburger and it was never from McDonald's but rather was a feeble, nearly inedible, revolting morsel of filth from the Hardee's down the street. Oh, how…

That laughter you hear is not with you, it's at you.
*bites into The Big Max* superburger Mmmmmm. Hmmp.

Mr. Pibb?! That shiftless, spineless Dr. Pepper wannabe slacker. I wouldn't serve that cowardly swill to my ex wife. Or to my ex wife's next ex husband, Lord help him, the poor miserable bastard. Hmmph.

Tina Fey has denied that Snapple paid to have their product featured on 30 Rock. She said none of the products featured in the show's comically ironic endorsements were paid endorsements. None. Hmmph.

I never trust Hollywood's claims about losing money on any project. Their accounting practices are more phony than a prop telephone - A phony phone.

White Castle has persisted only because it was so ridiculously inexpensive. Originally you could pick up a whole bag full—maybe 10, or 20, or 50 of 'em, what's the difference?!—of those bland, minuscule, stupidly square swiss-cheesed hamburger facsimiles for $1. And even at that price they manged to eke out a profit,…

Run audience, run! Hmmph.

4 realz?

Andy Warhol was NOT fascinating. That's what makes him so perfectly appropriate as the face and voice of the counter culture at the time. Everyone else was striving so energetically, so desperately to be so thoroughly fascinating and charming and wonderful, whereas Andy was content to just be present, to just be a…

What aren't you smoking?! Hmmph.

We finally really did it.

Whale Tales, luv it. Support your local scrimshaw merchant.

That's the title to my second favorite Madonna song. My first? Material Kitten.