"an abattoir of Eden where concertgoers can sway with bratwursts clasped like greasy glowsticks in each fist, clamber atop their hastily constructed cheeseburger forts, spell out the lyrics to “Suedehead” in chili, and slaughter then deep-fry their own beloved family pets should the mood strike."

I was thinking the same thing.

[Puts away spoon of CancerAIDS]

Where's his other hand?

According to some well-informed raccoons, hot dogs are made from lips and assholes.

Fascist!

Climbing both peaks of Kilimanjaro is fucking tough.

Don't worry.  You're not missing too darn much.

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That's probably a regional dialect epithet.  Like "moolie," no one in say, Idaho, uses "moolie."

That's the irony.

Guy on right: "I hate cleaning fucking toilets."
Other guys: "Hey.  It's work."

"Sponsored by Urban Outfitters."

Speaking of writers.  It is John Hughes' birthday today.  Imdb has him listed as "Writer - Home Alone 2: Lost In New York."  That would haunt me.

Repent!  The end is stupid!

I think I already hate this.

"And I thought they smelled bad on the outside."

Yes.

Watched some stuff:
Hara-Kiri: The Death of a Samurai - Miike's remake of a classic movie.  I saw the original a while back, and I thought it would be interesting to see Miike's take.  All in all, it is a very good film with amazing visuals.  Miike's disdain for the "traditional" Japanese system is fairly obvious…

That dude could defeat the virus with the sheer enormity of his neck.