Hey, I actually *do* like Letters To Cleo.

If I was a Major League Baseball player, that would be my walk-up music.

I always feel a private victory when I figure one out.  I know there are websites that list them all, but I refuse to cheat.

I just watched that this morning, and while the Travie inclusion was just a fucking train wreck (which I was warned about), having Romney-supporting Kid Rock take MCA's role really saddened and angered me.  Hopefully this wasn't the last thing Yauch saw…

I'm curious as to what the cheerleaders did for "she takes a big gulp and slaps it around".

They only allow me to like this once  But I want to like it SOOOOOOO much more than that.

Unrelated, the Zombie Run is fucking boss.  Definitely get in on that.

Wow.  Kinda wish I lived in your neighborhood last night.

I still have the "Fat Shit In 92" t-shirt packed away somewhere…

I thought of this last night, too.  I'm 37, so in my life, the following have had the longest impact on my in terms of years:

At one time (perhaps inspired by this song), I probably did actually have more Adidas sneakers than a plumber's got pliers.

That asshole is cancer.

Oddly enough, like @avclub-a452630477eb936fd36fc9a9542d4598:disqus , I also have a run in the morning (the Run For Your Lives zombie run), so it probably wouldn't be wise.  But it could end up opened by the end of the weekend…

I fucking LOVE this mix - I've played it about 6 times in the past week, and it was making me go through the whole catalog.  Seriously, I can't recommend it enough.

I believe that's the B-Boy edition of "72 Virgins".

Before I read this far, I also used a "Pavlovian" reference on page 1.

Which one were you at?  Rhode Island?  Because you described that one perfectly.  The only saving grace SP had was that the screen behind them was showing "Enter The Dragon".

If you haven't gotten it, search "Beastie Boys Mick Boogie" and get the free mixtape.  It's outstanding.

A friend of mine found a bottle of it (pre-mixed, I guess?) at a liquor store in what he called "not the nicest section of Chicago", and when he bought it, there was an inch of dust on the bottle.  It sits on a shelf in my dining room now, unopened, with original dust (and, presumably, more dust since).

I figure everyone else should have a good time, since I probably won't be.  I don't really like parties.