That final scene where Markie Post reveals her 12 inch dong is quite jarring.

Ok, so we are both right/wrong. He gets shot in the butt, then the crotch, and then the nose with staples:

"And if not, perhaps the venue could consider booking a stool on an empty stage. Nobody’s going to accuse the stool of anything."

Staple? Are you Marv from Home Alone? That was a nail gun, not a staple gun, but I'm sure it's an easy thing to get wrong when you have a nail impaling your crotch.

Oh-h-h-h, TENDAFOOT! Can you tell me how to get the most out of life?

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ARROW'D!

Whoah, wo.

Left is The Captain. Right is Tennille.

Deja vu.

Which one is Heat Vision and which one is Jack?

No no no, your explanation is totally FUBAR! The one on the right is Tango, and the one on the left is Cash!

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The man never listened to an Oceania in his life!

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I saw him live in Austin about two years ago. Such a great show. The man is a consummate entertainer in such an understated way. And his voice has held up beautifully over the years.

It was, like, so hush hush. They were so… quiet about it… and then the next thing you know…

I have Wild Gift on vinyl. It is probably my favorite record in my small vinyl collection.

So on the nights of the punk shows, would you say that it could be classified as a "Royale with sleaze?"

Also better than Brian Hanneman's experience in Indy: