It's not surprising to see Satan stand up for musicians, but I figured you would've defended someone a little more rockin'.

My sister-in-law likes to call police helicopters "Pork-chopters"

It's worth reading, just like pretty much everything Steinbeck ever wrote. And while I agree with you on East of Eden (possibly my favorite book ever) and Grapes of Wrath, I have to disagree on The Red Pony. It's just so sparse, grim and affecting. The ending is a downer, sure, but so is much of life.

Martin Shkreli currently sits on that throne.

They could've at least called Steve Perry to see if he was interested. It's not like he has anything else going on.

How many goddamn seasons do they make per year?

The avatar/comment synergy here is through the roof.

We didn't have it on VHS, but my parents absolutely loved this movie. I remember my mom saying "Now somebody's gotta go back and get a whole shit pot full of dimes!" before I saw it in the movie.

And zero goddamn Ramones!

Does Edina rhyme with that city in Canada that rhymes with vagina?

Last time I went I had so much sweetcorn I fell into a diabetic coma from all the butter and couldn't stop shitting myself for weeks.

Tabled.

Apparently you missed all those Garth Brooks videos in the '90s.

How dare you imply that I am not a burger person!

What happens if I eat a Big Mac on acid?

The caloric content, hydrogenated oils, copious sodium and other shit that's in it can be a horrifying monstrosity. But otherwise, yeah, it's more boring than anything.

He ran for his life when he heard there was a shit cloud comin'.

A bunch of the law school profs and students where I worked formed a band called The Moody Blue Books.

Disqus isn't letting me upvote any comments either, syphillis or no.

I thought we all agreed Great Job, Internet! is the worst thing around here. Not that we'll stop commenting on it, though.