My brother tried to get me to read Robbins for years, on the premise that he was a beatific visionary of visiony visions, but I never got more than a page or two into any of his books before tossing the item aside and muttering "Motherfucker can't write."

"No no no— I was telling your mother KIRBY Dick jokes. She simply misunderstood them . . . "

He said a post-quirk era, not a post-The Quirk era. Two totally different concepts.

Roger, Gleeth; can't say it tanked Boggy's career momentum, but it definitely one of those didn't-get-it-at-the-moment films. By the time I caught it on HBO in the early 80's, I had seen enough old slapsticks to appreciate it for what it is, which is half genius.

I thought there were four harpies in the aplocalypse?

A week without Friday Buzzkills is like . . . well, we all know what that's like. Good show, Sean; keep up the dire work.

"There's nothing funnier than a commedian with a 'No comment.'"

It's all fun and games, and then SOMEONE has to go for the douchnozzle . . .

@Jorge: Smartly done!

You see, he took the concept of sex, and he put it on a farm.

What a beautiful image . . .

Indeed. Best wishes for a speedy recovery, God willing.

I think, technically, Johnny Depp is France's greatest douchnozzel.

A True Honor
I nominate him for best twat.

We've changed! We swear!

Ditto ditto. Sorry for your loss, and thanks for the material. Only halfway down the first page and I am decidedly hooked. This man will be missed.

Genius. Sheer fuckin' genius.

That does sound like it could be good.

I'm going to second Snowman here: I'd love to hear Nabin's take on this sucker.

You can get that at Subway.