Here's how I interpreted your comment: "But, but, it's art! And imagination! And the breasts! My God, the breasts!"

{{Citation needed}} Hopefully in video form… Um, maybe not. Hmmph.

And I was told there would be no colons! Hmmph.

It's depressing that fully grown, ostensibly lucid, rational adults don't read Superhero comics?! We're through the looking glass here, people. Hmmph.

But it is epidemic.

Nawce.

I've had this Zep cover for years and play it every so often just to remind myself why the people who don't care for Robert Plant's brand of Blue Eyed Soul just might have a valid point. It's a tragically mixed bag of great guitar tones and a super tight rhythm section plastered over with Plant's impressive but…

There should be a switch on all guitars marked "Hendrix" which the guitar player hits whenever a Hendrix lead is called for. The switch would just kill the power to the amp. Hmmph.

You do realize, don't you, that repressing natural, human impulses—actively denying them—takes probably twice as much energy as just simply acknowledging them, recognizing them for what they are, the harmless passing fantasies which any normal, rational person experiences but doesn't act upon? You do realize this,…

Body Count deserves the only A+, other than Hendrix, of course. I think the Nick Cave, Patti Smith and Deep Purple covers are interesting but ultimately are excessively self indulgent, overly stylized, and even a bit vacuous. Nick Cave would take that as a compliment, I'm sure. Patti Smith was rigorously aiming for a…

Yes,there's nothing worse than being made uncomfortable by compelling, inspired art. It's the worst! Hmmph.

The AV Club is lousy with explanations of jokes. Gruntle.

"Aw, now I don't get to glaze her like a donut."

Could the Ebola monkey please forward the video he recorded of that unholy union, assuming he didn't poop on it.

Um, no…

Ariana? Yes! Miley? Um, no.

I just assume that when I'm out in public places or in other people's homes that I'm always being monitored on video, and that there may even be highly sensitive listening devices recording my words. And so, at the drop of the proverbial hat, I will break into song and dance, executing my intricately choreographed,…

So, uninterrupted 'batin'.

I've got muffin to add to this silly thread. Hmmph.

You, um, you could do both.