The note seems to show a modicum of self reflection.

I got the slowed-down version of Jolene.

That might not be in this version.

Henry was at the forefront of heavy majestic English prog.

Thank you, Abuelo Jones.

How I Met Your Pony

I much prefer DaVinci's Inquest.

There are a lot of half-assed documentaries to choose from these days.

*eats hamburger*

He did. And now America needs him to solve it again. One. More. Time.

Eww, gross.

The tears just aren't coming.

Thank goodness. They are so super talented.

Who is his family playing?

Quincy still won't return my calls.

Burn!

You're grandfathered in.

It has something to do with confirming our disqus accounts.

1. I meant one would have to do a fuck-load of drugs in order to bang Cher.

I think you would have to.