Here's my critique of your writing, Sean:
I'm grateful for all your amusing snark on a day-to-day basis, but I have to wonder why you're still writing for this site. I mean, how ironically detached can a person possibly be? I hate to say it, but maybe you should be working on a book of short stories (or a novel)…

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"See that bow-legged motherfucker over there? I made him walk that way."

Michel Hazanavicius bone in his body.

Sometimes, there's a guy. A guy for his time and place. He just fits right in there.

I remember recommending at the time that MFSP start afresh with different name if he didn't want people to think of him as a douchebag. And it was a crazy time, with everyone outing their own troll nom de plumes. I think he may have mentioned JFC as one of his.

Good to see we all have a consensus on Babe 2: Pig in the City. It would definitely be in my top 10 favourite kid's films.

Everyone was dissing him around the time of the changeover to registration, and he threw a hissy fit, promising not to post anymore. But I think he posts as 'Jesus Fucking Christ' these days.

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She was cremated? That must have been a sight to see.

Why don't you just piss off, Fisher? Ya dotty wee skid mark.

Great! It's a date. I'll be in the smoking area raving about plastic in the ocean and planning my assassination attempt on Tony Abbott.

Eminem covers 'Subterranean Homesick Blues'.

The Townie, eh? I always seem to end up there when everything else is closed and there's no booze at my house. I'll probably rant drunkenly at you at 3am someday, never realising that you are the famed 'Lovecraft in Brooklyn' so beloved by the denizens of the AV club.

You have a fertile and interrogative mind my friend.

It's got 3 bonus tracks for a start. 'She Stole the Blush', 'Tell Me', and 'After You Die'.

Rain Dogs and Bone Machine were two of the first albums I ever bought, and I totally destroyed them through overlistening. It might be another decade before I can consider listening to them again. I try and ration myself on his more recent stuff, but I still love the old fella. God bless his soul.

And all their donuts have names that sound like prostitutes.

Yes, it is pretty bad. But the prize for worst song of all time has to go to 'Jazz Police'.
http://www.youtube.com/watc…
*shudder*

Don't come the raw prawn with me, ya bloody poofter.