@avclub-b6e5391be8277308d0801a0be95ac706:disqus I've never been sure whether it was making a mockery of chicken or loaf.

There once was a poster named Neurozach
Whose verse marked him out as an utter hack
He wrote a haiku
That sounded like poo
Wherever he's from, can we send him back?

The Strokes – Hard To Explain
The Slackers – Information Error
Replacements - Something to Dü
The Tragically Hip – The Wherewithal (I'm not a huge Hip fan, but this song is totally badass. Maybe the only time they actually sounded "menacing".
Supersuckers – Sweet Baby Ignorance (I was afraid my Supersuckers streak was…

Yeah, I kind of thought Facebook killed off the whole concept of high school reunions… isn't that the whole point of posting pictures of all the awesome stuff you own/do? To make your former high school tormentors jealous?

Hell, John Irving wrote a book about it.

Making a withdrawal from the spank bank?

@avclub-94d8526a5fae933806f65b8a0f49301a:disqus isn't on board.

Anyone looking for a VCR can probably find one for $10 or less at their local Goodwill/Salvation Army store. I know the one by my house always has a big stack of them.

I don't know whether to be proud or ashamed that I knew exactly what @avclub-a6fdefb2b99177b152b2392b43097665:disqus was talking about.

On the plus side, you've greatly decreased your risk of dying in a tragic skeevy basement punk show fire.

@avclub-eac75edc18b8546c46893fe4b75ab995:disqus The problem with the Cheers roundtables (at least for me) was that they were posted late in the day and were fairly long so I usually didn't have a chance to read the article until the next morning, by which time any conversation had dried up.

Yep, any comparison to Nebula is gonna pique my interest.

I love that maple sugar stuff… my wife makes fun of me for buying it any time we're in a souvenir shop ("that's for tourists! Canadians aren't supposed to eat that stuff!") but I can't help myself.

I've been off fudge ever since I ate a piece that I thought was cheese (it was on a plate at a party, surrounded by typical fancy party food. Who serves fudge alongside veggies and dip and hors d'oeuvres for crying out loud?).

Name one!

There's No Excuses for her behaviour!

W.P. Kinsella's "Fencepost Chronicles" short stories have led me to believe that A.I.M. stands for "Assholes in Mocassins" and I refuse to hear otherwise.

You really can't go wrong with any of them – if you like the ones you have you'll probably like everything they've released (with the possible exceptions of "Come Pick Me Up" (which is a little breezier and steps out of their comfort zone a bit) and "Here's to Shutting Up" (which I just found sort of dull).

Technically it was a 9 year drought, as "Here's to Shutting Up" in 2001 was their last new release previous to "Majesty Shredding" ("Cup of Sand" from 2003 was a B-sides and rarities compilation. Also, it was awesome and everybody should buy it).

I'm pretty sure those are hamburgers encased in Cadbury Mini-egg candy coating. Lord knows that's what I'd serve at parties if I had the means.