NO INCEST.

Flava Flav constantly told/tells people to stand up at PE shows, dingus. That's his job. He's the hypeman.

YES.

Someone doesn't listen to CBB.

Nope, that's alcohol. Sex while high is fucking great. Double entendre intended.

You went to high school with a wacky 1930's news reporter?

He also praised her in the same interview as being integral to what The White Stripes are/were. Y'know, like he has the last 10 years. Seriously, watch Under The Great White Northern Lights, which is basically a documentary about Meg and how much she means to the "Jack White sound." She owns that film, and everything…

No, it's not. People still have photographs. I'm looking at one right now. My grammy looks happy and healthy, which is a nice way to remember her.

I've done it, but it is a bit much, especially since every polka medley is essentially the same basic song structure.

The entire "Punk Goes…" anthology would argue otherwise.

I thought the shift to FB comments would help, seeing as people are more reticent to say stupid shit removed from anonymity, but no. People just don't care about the level of idiocy they broadcast to the world.

Take 'em all.

I imagine that's what Jared Leto actually thinks about when he masturbates.

Bellona? I think, I can't really remember. I'm not looking that up. Let the dead stay dead, I say.

Robocop is great; you cray.

I prefer to think about time in the Tralfamadorian sense. One moment you're comfortably sitting in your successful optometry practice, the next you're smack dab on your couch watching season 7B of Mad Men. So it goes.

"I own 10%!"

I will read any and every thing that Noel ever does, press-wise. That man is a comedic wellspring.

I got Silence of the Lambs but for the life of me couldn't think of the other. Then I was disappointed that Helen fucking Hunt won an Oscar.

Yes, I do mean to tell you that, if only because it was Chelsea Peretti who jumped into the helicopter.