Yeah, that didn't happen.

That's what she suggests in her essay, yes.

….also rules?

Nope. 1969. The Bill Cosby Show—not to be confused with The Cosby Show—was on NBC from 1969 to 1971.

True, but it still would have been nice to read more about the making of them, considering, you know, there's only six.

To each their own, I guess, but I love Honey's Dead. Besides, I think the fact that it was their first album recorded entirely on their own—in the studio they bought and built, and under their own terms and timetable—makes it a landmark. It was also shortlisted for the Mercury Prize, so it was the first one to receive…

Pot Stop: Dab Drop

Happy Blartday.

Because.

What? I never told you I wasn't pleased to meet you.

I don't know what this is referring to, so I'll just assume it's a commenter thing.

Good one.

Ah. "I like how" is used sarcastically so often in comments like this, it's impossible to tell when someone's being sincere. (If you'd said, "I appreciate how," I would have known straightaway.)

What do you want that article to say? "Here are the pictures"? We've given you the link twice now. I'd say we've accomplished that already.

"Haven't Got Time For The Pain" is about Warren Beatty's butt.

"You're So Vain" is definitely about Mick Jagger's butt.

I don't get why this is "terrifying," or why eight people seem to agree with you.

Just wait.

Corrected, thanks.

Won't you be an angel to a dawg who needs your help today?