I think that cliche has been hammered into the ground, or worn out its welcome if you prefer.

I don't think scared is the right word. I don't think 2 years later is the right time to respond either, but hell it. I think the correct word is "threatened" or intimidated. We're all just achin for makin baby bacon and we can only respectably sizzle one snatch or third sock at a time. Much competition ensues, and in…

You think big, honeylover

Biww muthafuckin Muwway!

is it worth it to make another a million
when fiends be incessantly stealin?
hobo with a shotgun, hermit on the run
shedding shell after shell from my crabby gun

I saw Nas on May 31 08. It's been almost two years and what I remember most vividly is the hellish pain in my back. Also the 99% white crowd. Keep in mind this was in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and it's not that we don't have "minorities" (people who don't literally believe in hockey), it's just that we have a lot of white…

sorry I said sorry. apparently that's a stereotype of Canadians. we say sorry a lot. well it's true. we're pathetic

sorry that got a little complex and took a wrong turn at fy.

Btw I think the most formal we can get to describe ODB's work is "his shit". It's in no way meant disrespectfully (not that it matters), and he probably would've slapped the taste out of your mouth if you called it some queer ouevre. Ouevre ouevre bo bouevre bananafanafofouevre fi fy fouevranny ouevre

Ouevre seems like a little grandiose to describe the work of somebody as ridiculous as ODB. I am white as fuck and I have an ODB RIP shirt, and the only way I can get away with it is that the washing mashine has treated it poorly.

Liquid Swords is great. I was going to use some superlatives and exagerrate, but then i looked down at my fingers as they were typing and saw how white they were, and so I said great like the white person I am.

Isn't swing from the 30s? I mean, I was only born in 1988, but I seem to remember swing being fucking hot in the 30s.

Another instance of Woody Allen shitting on non-Dixieland jazz is Hannah and Her Sisters, when Diane Weisz takes him to a punk show. Not that anybody would be surprised he sees no value in punk rock. Not that you could blame him, since it was like 1986 and punk wasn't exactly the most creative genre then.

Fucking tax dollars to bring a fucking hockey team to fucking Canada? I'm Canadian (only as a matter of record), and I dislike hockey. I dislike kids too, but I think my tax dollars should go toward educating them. But hockey? HOCKEY? The winter sport that goes through June?

What if you melt it down into a molten vinyl shot of espresso, and then drink that on a full stomach? You MIGHT BE SICK OF IT THEN!

I'm with Mick. Love that killer single, brothuh. I think they should've just tacked on the Supremes' original recording of "You Can't Hurry Love." Then I would listen to this album more than Sticky Fingers.

That may be true. But he's funny. He has often elicited laughter from my guts, and that is more than 99.999% of people in the world have done for me. So I won't think too hard about his interviews.

The joke is obviously implied as as explained above.

The only crying at your funeral will be from laughing, laughing at the pensis drawn on your face with a Sharpie. And your mother will be heard to say, "That's bigger than his ever got. And I know, since I looked under his hospital gown while he was in the final, delerious moments of his life." "Because I hadn't seen…

Roman, everybody likes underage girls. That's why it's illegal to fuck them. I refer you to the Marc Maron joke on said topic.