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And they don't quite make the music of the spheres, so just keep on truckin'.

Together.

But not programmed to love.

His name is Dou. Dou Che'bag.

MOST OF US ARE OPTIONAL. SONS BITCH.

He's a much less elusive target, anyway.

Not every country can has a Platini or a Zidane; by that rule, you'd have about 5 countries playing in the tournament, at all. As for France being completely average, please. It's not just about the history; they have genuinely good players still working for them, and a mix of youth and experience. If they could just

You ever suck dick for weed?

In Ghost Colors is one of my top 5 of the decade, along with another glaring omission, Pigeon John and the Summertime Pool Party.

My attempts to really dig in to Chemistry of Common life ran headlong into my absolute love for the new Future of the Left. Travels With Myself and Another is AMAZING.

McLusky!
There are of course differences of opinion between my list and yours, but the bare fact that you included McLusky assures that I will continue to love the Music section of this site!

Uh… I thought there was universal agreement that was going to David Spade and DirectTV.

Sick of everyone bagging on France. The other games from last night were better, yes, there was a handball, yes, but they deserve to be in the tournament. Fuck off.

With a name like "Unstoppable Force" you know you're into big guys and huge explosions!

Indeed, given the current high cost of the average brd. I'm contemplating sending in my Bogart boxed set. Hmm…

I, too, had been blocking the Tritter arc. My god, that was the most annoying goddamn character ever. "Let's have someone as irritating as House… fuck with House! Except we give him no other characteristics! Just create the least sympathetic, most one-dimensional character, ever! That'll pump some life into this show!"

There are at least two commentators, apparently, who are watching you like fucking hawks.

Hey, we should install those tin-can telephones between our Towers. Maybe we could call it the TINternet!

Burn.

lotta ins, lotta outs.