Mimes are just Europe's version of the scary clown.

We were poor, and only could make our own catsup.

I have a brother-in-law that insists on his steaks cook to the consistency of hockey-pucks. One time we had a family cook-out with all these beautiful steaks, and I refused to grill him one they way he liked it. I wasn't going to ruin it, so I said he could have hot-dogs like the kids, and I ate two steaks.

Well this is also a food website, so there's your tie-in.

Gary was living the life, man. Why did Gary have to go and ruin it for Gary.

I too like my steak well-done with loads of ketchup, but I like it ironically.

He was a legend. The guy had a set of pipes like no one else, and could belt out a scream in the middle of a song that would just tear at your soul.

Is anyone else hungry right now?

But my home is the bar.

Ok.

How YOU listed?

Dear Listed People.

Could you BE anymore Blacklist?!?

Poprocks and Zima.

*shotguns beer*

Does it also sit on flagpoles?

Well he was a very advanced piano student.

Your favorite bar.

You've just confused the shit out of Shia Labueaf(?).

I'll take care of that.