Wake me up when September ends.

That's hot.

I always thought Modell to be a Jewel-Osco-kinda-guy.

Hmmm this whole Internet thing does make it difficult to find information like that.

The Claw is our master.

Aluminium!

Corgan is all and all is Corgan.

"Genius of Love" permanently stuck in head for the rest of the night. At least now I have an excuse to dance around the living room jolly and naked.

Saw Mud and ate French toast!

Whimsical Nordic Youth would've made a great band name. Damnit, Ulf! Opportunity missed.

Spoken like a true expert, Mr. Dikachu.

Excellent use of the hyphen, O'Neal. Far too often "big-ass dick" becomes "big ass-dick." Very different things.

Plot resembles that of Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey a bit too closely. And that is a righteous insult to Bill S. Preston, Esquire and Ted "Theodore" Logan.

That someone is your mom!

…designating an official state rock song was done “to bring attention to Oklahoma’s history of rock ‘n’ roll"

Yet you felt obligated to click on the article, anyway….and then comment….

Marah came back from Coachella with the report on Vile:

His "stonerish appearance" can come off the wrong way, but from what I've read in articles/interviews with Vile, he's anything but indifferent or apathetic. Dude's a perfectionist when it comes to all things music; supposed to be an all-around nice guy to boot.

I prefer the more realistic baseball movies where the purity of the game really shines through precocious 12-year-olds doing extraordinary things, such as acting as manager for the Minnesota Twins or pitching for the Chicago Cubs (maybe that's not such a stretch, actually).

How does it feel?
To piss off Rubio.
Sail to Cuba? Fo sho.
Representin' Cano.
Like a rolling Hov.