It's not a clue if the cops don't find it!

About the only record of this genre and era I can be consistently entertained by from start to finish is Fluke's Risotto. Atom Bomb nearly died from overexposure, but with some distance it still has great energy and feel.

Yeah, as soon as the credits roll on any of the Bourne films I have to scramble for the remote to avoid hearing that stupid Moby song.

Is it wrong that I wouldn't mind hearing Valkyrie pulsing with sick-ass bass drops?

The man who inspired me to legally change my last name to Icon.

I don't understand.

That rumor may have been helped along by the fact that white people bought the incredibly goofy and fun Reachin' in droves. Then Blowout Comb focused almost entirely on their newfound seriousness and black militancy, driving off half their audience.

Collini OUT.

The only one that hit me harder was Jeff Buckley.

Big deal. I listen to your legs all the time.
BTW,  I can't concentrate. Could you please turn down your legs?

"Jerk it all you want . . . just don't finish!"  -  God

Seriously, Christian filmmakers: Do you really think anyone pays for porn?

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A HUSBAND AND FATHER WITH A FUNCTIONING BRAIN THAT KEEPS AN EASILY DISCOVERED PHYSICAL MEDIA "BOX OF PORN" IN HIS HOUSE.

Most of my Kirk Cameron centered fantasies involve him demeaning himself by accepting five dollars for a footlong.

*dies*

God, I hate haikus
If I hear one more verse I'll
just fucking die *dies*

". . . though he left open the possibility that Romney might make time in the fall."

People called "Romanes" they go the house?

Or when Steven Wilson is tried for crimes against nature when he is arrested at his underground freaklab while trying to make some sort of spiny animal/plant hybrid.

No, the corporeal corporal's corpse is still in the core of the corps.