Hey, don't knock the Misfits' lyrics!

I remember one of my friends and I discovering that it was the exact same chord progression as some Green Day song that had been a hit too ("When I Come Around" maybe?) just played slower.

Get outta here with your logical explanations.

First Pixies song I ever heard and still my favourite.

Or how about that Chemical Brothers song with the Gallagher where he sings "How does it feel like"?

Cryin' Drunk – Old 97s
Drink and Complain – Supersuckers
Hungover Together – Supersuckers (featuring Kelley Deal!)
Cryin' in the Beer of a Drunk Man – New Bomb Turks

Of course you take the goose's side, @avclub-573185e7a57bcdcd68d7895cf83ffe66:disqus.

One of my friends hit a goose years ago and it dented the shit out of the front end of his car – ended up costing him about $500 to fix it (not covered by insurance because as his agent so helpfully put it "goose didn't have insurance").

Yeah, I would have felt much worse (and probably wouldn't have admitted to doing it – or at least fudged the details so it wasn't semi-deliberate) if it had been any other species.

My mom just moved out of the house I grew up in (literally just moved, as in two days ago) so I recently had to clear the remnants of my junk out of the house, including a bunch of toys that were stashed away in the attic.

The whole thing is in poor taste, but I think getting offended at "imaginary" is being deliberately obtuse.

As a Canadian who gets the Aboriginal Peoples Television Network as part of my basic cable package, I can confidently say that Johnny Depp, Tommy Lee Jones, Val Kilmer and Dennis Hopper are the only Hollywood actors with any Native heritage.

Huron shaky ground there, @avclub-f46294429e422f5da9b4d3dd0ca5b382:disqus.

Gotta admit I have some reservations about liking this joke.

A while ago I was driving to work and I saw a bird flapping around in the middle of the road, and thinking it had been hit by someone else's car and was suffering, I aimed right for it to put it out of its misery, but when I got close enough I realized it was actually two birds fucking but by then it was too late to…

Ha! My wife walked in on me playing Legend of Zelda while listening to Maiden last year and made some comment about getting a disturbing glimpse of me as a teenager.
If you swapped out the travel mug of coffee for a 2L Mountain Dew and shaved off 86% of my beard that'd be pretty accurate.

Heh, White Man in Hammersmith was part of my morning commute shuffle too:

Here's my handy quesadilla-flipping secret: instead of laying one tortilla flat, filling it and covering with another tortilla, fold both tortillas in half in the pan and just open them up to fill. That way you only need to flip half at a time (and they have a sturdy backbone to keep everything inside).

I'll go on record saying I actually prefer the post-Barlow stuff.

Yep, got mine at Goodwill for $1.49 and there were enough copies that I was able to swap a scratched record out of a pretty good sleeve for an unscratched record in a shitty sleeve.