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Scruffy. The Janitor.
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I've never seen a man eat so many chicken wings.

I don't mind him being interviewed. I just don't think Kelly is the best person for the job.

So, you're telling me that E. Buzz is alive and I'm losing my comments?

So, Alan Moore doesn't know about paragraph breaks, huh?

I picture her as Carla from Cheers.

Ha! Never thought of that.

I'm a Zubaz man, myself.

Arnold or Farrell?

Yeah. That story wasn't funny at all.

I get the impression that Hicks and Kinison both hit their peaks and died before I was old enough to see them, so I will never quite "get" them.

I like you.

Whitey Bulger vs. Massachusetts

It's a series of toobs.

I'm of the opinion that they are both practical and amazingly fun.

I always wondered how much of his shtick was genuine.

Silly Love Songs? That Christmas song? He has quite a few songs I'd consider Kokomo level.

He also liked them…what's the word for an underaged cheese again?

As I recall, Chuck provided no setlist, and when Bruce asked what songs would be played, Chuck replied "Chuck Berry songs," then went onstage and played whatever song he felt like in whatever key he wanted, expecting the band to just keep up.

The Unknown

It wasn't. I saw him a decade ago and his son played the leads while Chuck struggled to keep rhythm.