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I'm waiting for R. Kelly's toilet water.

You're a boner biting bastard Pepsi Jr.

It's part of PBS's American Masters series.

Ewwww, old people!

I used to get one of those every year in my Christmas stocking. They were made by Droste and my brother would get a dark chocolate apple. Now you can get the oranges at Trader Joe's.

That dust is what beer and whisky are made of!

Green Tea Kit Kats taste like they're made with weed.

Noooooooooooooooo!!!

Troll!

'Little' being the operative word in that sentence.

Speaking of sex with your parents, say hello to your mother for me.

Frank Sinatra would like a word with you.

Lou Reed transcended success or failure in the traditional sense by focusing on expressing his thoughts and feelings rather than trying to please his audience. You may or may not like something that he did but rather than that being a failure on his part it's merely a lack of connection between you and his work. In

Maybe the problem isn't with the songs.

No, but being Lou Reed is.

Is your name Uter?!?

The premise of this article completely misses the point about Lou Reed. He didn't write these songs because he cared what anybody thought about them.

My mistake. I didn't recognize Mark Walberg in the leather jacket.

"My week beats your year"

That's just gay, man.