Crawfish.

You can't not feel like a serial killer after you finish a plate of them and there's this stack of bones sitting there.

We need to make the world's largest "You don't have to be crazy to work here, but it helps!" Sign to just hang over the country.

Wife: OK you have to chose. Me or Trump. Also I'm in labor with our child.
The Mooch: I choose Trump.
Wife: I want a divorce.
Trump: You're fired.

"General Kelly? That's a broad's name! You can't have a chick in charge of the army! You're fired!"

I'm too worn out laughing and mocking Priebus for getting so thoroughly publicly pwned by Trump for a year and a half. I . . . just can't even keep up.

What the shit is happening anymore

They didn't even really start doing that (calling it a season, taking August off) until a few years into the run, so I'm not even sure how they demarcate the older stuff.

Knocked off early on Friday to go see Dunkirk, the movie I was most looking forward to this summer. It was an intense experience but once it was over it didn't stick with me at all, much like Interstellar. I'm left feeling disappointed. It's a bunch of great scenes that don't make a better whole. Dammit.

. . . . Directed, of course, by Luc Besson.

I popped in "The Bends" yesterday. Still great.
Then I had one of those always-uplifting realization moments that the album is 22 years old.

At least you have the excitement of the 90 car pileup when it abruptly tells the driver their destination is on the left and they're in the middle of a freeway going 75 at the time.

No

Oh my god, did you live in Houston then too?

Around the same time "Song 2" by Blur was popular and enjoyed similar overplay, but I never minded because it's 2.5 minutes long and it RAWKS. "Pepper" had that monotone verse and beat and seemed to go on forever.

With that sweet mullet he was calling KLOL and complaining that he needed some AC/DC, like, NOW.

So do I! It's not my fault!

Gggggkkkkkkkkk

It's not even that bad a song, I guess. I didn't mind it at first. Just hearing it constantly for a damned year wore me down and now I just can't.

This during that alt-rock wasteland that was 1996 when EVERYTHING was a goddamned novelty hit, then you never heard from the band again.