Prolly nude pix of Fat Longpig.

The A. V. Club
"We're scared we'll find out what Dikachu masurbates to."

Wasn't that a Sherlock Holmes story? The Credibility of the Lachrymose Twat. I think it had something to do with a hatpin…

Guerilla marketing at it's most prurient.

OD porn? That's edgy.

Probably the Japanese fake-rape-on-a-bus porn, judging by his nose.

Fuck "after." I don't watch a movie without IMDB open on my phone (a gold iPhone 5S of course) anymore. Too…much…minutia…

I'll tell you what I miss, growing up in the middle of nowhere in the 70s. Big-ass aerial towers! In high school they provided a reliable way to get into and out of your room in the middle of the night…

How do you get internet through The Weather Channel? Did Jim Cantore install it?

You mean I can now watch what I'm already watching? Capital idea!

Can I be Rommel this time? I never get to be Rommel.

Did you get that job when you were standing at an intersection holding a "WILL WORK FOR COX" sign?

I think I want to lick her tattoos.

She's hot. So she's right.

I'm…a man of some…maturity, yes.

I've been streaming it for a week on NPR and I give it an unconditional A. Of course as a lot of albums with a lot of depth and complexity it's a grower. I've yet to have heard a song this year that compares to "Open Ended Life."

They actually get better once you actually listen to them.

I agree. My favorite zine for many years was called "The Sporting News" and I often thought their editorial content was written by complete pinheads. I'm looking at you Ivan Maisel.

Actually, you're both wrong. The name originated as a play on the French-accented pronunciation of the word "scene." As in "Zis ees a grrreat zine." It came about as a general acknowlegement that the people who patronized the 90s "punk" scene were generally so snotty and condescending that they were indistinguishable…

You kids are so cute.