Hey, refuse Morello service at Le Bernardin and watch what happens.

He bought that flying pig from Pink Floyd's garage sale.

I'm so sorry that I didn't want your bulbous head struggling through the normal-size neck hole of my finely knit sweater!

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Now it's just hissing.

A mashup. How quaint.

…it's not going away. Help.

That shit's always weird to hear or read. I remember reading an article where the author was trying to credit Bowie (and I'll be up front and say he's my hero and he never died so shut up) as being a progenitor of rap because of the "you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler" bit at the end of "Young Americans." …

How many XP until I gain my shapeshifting ability?

"Oral history" = "I was too lazy to write an actual article from all these interviews I did, so I'll just string quotes together."

The only thing he was good for was that sequence at the end of The Shield's first episode.

Let's see what's in the box!

Beat me to it. No pun intended.

I dunno, every woman I've known really digs porn, too. And they like watching with their partner.

Pfff. I don't even own a nose.

One Stephanie Meyer

He needs a universe because there's no room for him at the Just Crichton and King Bookstore.

And 20 Le Carres = 1 Graham Greene

(Owen Wilson walks out?)

I'm actually really happy that synths are making a comeback. My first instrument was keys, but by the time I was good enough to play in bands, grunge had hit and no one wanted anything electronic in the mix.