Lester, dude.

Lester, dude.

Fuck that. Olympics!

Fuck that. Olympics!

Yeah, I went and saw Brave instead. And, because the Century 16 is ten minutes from my house, I had to drive all the way to Cherry Creek to do it.

Yeah, I went and saw Brave instead. And, because the Century 16 is ten minutes from my house, I had to drive all the way to Cherry Creek to do it.

Port Arthur is where UGK is from. As such:

Port Arthur is where UGK is from. As such:

It's Ghostbustin'-ass Bill Murray!

It's Ghostbustin'-ass Bill Murray!

American Horror Story was a miniseries?

American Horror Story was a miniseries?

Cloud 9 and Who the Fuck is Bob? are both pretty great mixtapes, if you like southern club rap. I mean, there's not a lot of substance but plenty of big dick metaphors.

Who the fuck are you to tell me how to express my grief? Fuck you. Seriously, this article is way out of line.

On the inside of my right forearm I have, "ad astra por alia porci,' which is Latin for, "to the stars on the wings of a pig," which is printed, along with a line drawing of a winged pig, in the front pages of most John Steinbeck's books. And on my left forearm I have a line from a Jim Harrison poem. Do literary…

Oh, is it still cool to talk shit about Bright Eyes? Fuck Bright Eyes!

I liked reading these more when Rabin didn't hate the show. It's no fun to watch somebody shit on something you love week after week.

Also, that poster says Party Down, like, right on it…

Way to go, folks.

Where's the boy, String?