Smartypants: you said it, boyo.
Lobsters1: The family still gets a lot of mileage out of the incident. For instance, we once put on "Southern Girls", a song she didn't know, and she rocked along to it under she heard Robin Zander's voice. Then it was a G&T spillin' shit-fit.

Lobsters 1: Meds now.
Just tellin' a story is all. No particular priority.

Cheap Trick
My ma worked as a waitress in a diner and customers played "I Want You to Want Me" so often on the jukebox that she threatened to quit unless the manager removed it from the juke. He did.
We were never allowed to listen to it after that. She won't even permit "Surrender" to this day.
Happy birthday, ma.

Neil Postman, that is, not the Kevin Costner character.

I wonder how long
until an AV Club commenter uses the handle "Dr. Stankfoot."

Slack motherfucker

"The Extra Man"
is fucking swell. That is all.

Always leave them wanting more, as opposed to far, far less.

It's as played out as the idiomatic phrase "played out".

*nods knowingly*

Yeah, I know. It's sublimely addictive. Wooooo!

You know . . .
J'aime le metal. J'aime l'hardcore.

"When the Walls Came Down".
Found The Call's "Modern Romans" cassette in Terrace, B.C. in 1983 and took a chance on it. The title song became one that everyone wanted on a mix tape 'round here.

This is exactly what I'd name a band
when I was 11.

On the O.C. and Stiggs rating system the novel is IG: incredibly great.

The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner
"And the moral of this story is here's what not to do when a bird shits on you."
Commence fourteen minutes of metal.

Doo doo doo! Doo doo doo doooo!

Were you one of the people who wrote in asking, "Who the fuck is TOMMY Iommi?"

Masters of Legality
I love you, sweet leaf.

Mabel, Black Label.