@avclub-8dd007f4a97be79c135c67999bf5b27e:disqus I would like someone to open a record store called "The Bogart Stash". It would only stock good material, would be open from 11:30AM until 9:30PM, would NOT be located in a strip mall so as to keep all the damn kids out, and everyone (including the customers) would be…

Damn it, why did you have to point out the Lanegan? Now I have to wake up early for this nonsense.

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I just got done watching Doomsday Machine. Wow, that was a terrible ending. It almost made me miss all of the psychedelic sexism that preceded most of it.

I have not. It's not a type of film I seek out. I'm not surprised there are more entertaining, I'm just tickled pink by how thoroughly shitty Monster is.

That's a frightening thought.

I see your Red Zone Cuba and raise you Monster a Go-Go, a shitty incomplete movie that died, was resurrected, and finished as a completely different shitty movie. With the biggest cop out ending of all time!

Ah, so it's the Britta of music venues. (Community reference).

I'm pretty sure it is cheaper to buy the pint glasses at Yard House than to go for the half yard. Yet I ordered the half yards because they look cool. Shame on me.

"You used to be a singer just like me?"
"Yup. They called me Paula Gorgeous. Later on, it was Paula Presentable. Then Paula Gruesome. And finally, Paula Abdul."

@avclub-620982009915db2a0b4a49e224bad30c:disqus That first episode was some damn good television.

"You see, a lady version of Snake did what he did hours earlier in the also-prison-facility of Rhode Island. I can't believe we waited so long to tell the exact same story!"

That surfing scene, yeesh.

Sorry, I've already gone full cargo cult on this. If you'll excuse me, I have to go sacrifice a virgin pig so The Mirkin will bestow us with delicious driftwood this monsoon season.

I regularly toast "Gentlemen, to evil!"

Did you refer to yourselves as The Jetpack Club?

Sent away.

*wack!*

It begins!

I wish to build a small shrine to whichever writer penned those two sentences.

On one hand, I get why he apologized. It was an honest accident, Dick Cheney is not the Anton Chigurh of the Executive Branch, it was a story that caught a hell of a lot of traction (which it should because the VP shot a man, that is newsworthy) and fed into a national imagining of this cold, distant man as an…