There's a fucking app for that? Kids, put down the phones.

Huh. Would have figured they go with "The Do Over 2: DooDoo".

Under O'Reilly? Hm. I always pictured O'Reilly as a power-bottom.

Now I wanna have somethin' to do.

Baitin'?

We uh, don't necessarily play by the rules all the time.

You should never pull too many Kenny Gs. Most of us aren't rated for more than one, two tops.

It will be a golden circle… of piss!

Hey, I'm not here to process my emotions. I'm here to hide my fears behind a mask of mirth and sarcasm. No more sad baby stories; I've got a rep to uphold.

So, like, all of 60s & 70s classic rock? Isn't most DJ talk pretty inane anyway?

I'm not sure there's actually an advantage to be gained here. Real potheads won't remember the outcome anyway.

Careful. It can't be combined with any other offers.

"We're not gonna do anything with it."

Why the ear, man?

I hope so.

Sausage & clams pizza is my favorite.

Longest I ever had was a Robotics course I had to take as an Advanced Elective the summer before I planned to graduate. Already a condensed time-line, and the professor lived in Mexico City. Class met at UTA (Arlington, Texas). So he flew in on Friday mornings and we had a 5 hour class on Friday afternoon. Oh, and…

That and "The Money Pit" house.

I always felt like he creates great concepts and gets to layering all these wonderfully deranged details on top of it, but then the endings kind of fizzle out. Like maybe he doesn't really want to leave what he's created behind. Or maybe I don't.

Could be worse. The guys in Ratt are just luggage handlers now.