Let's all look at the woman in the building across the street eating Carl's Jr. She's dripping sauce all over her white dress! OMG!

Digital Fidget and the Memes Supreme

Fuck all that shit. We need to bring THIS feature back: http://www.avclub.com/artic…

I am I am your sex your hoochie-coochie coo chi zen man, backdoors. You are the walking explorer dora dead.

On her honor begging your pardon. U Before Q After C. What's that spell - honour?
Honus Wagner.

What's a duchess but a queen of a magazine? Why can't I touch my penis pocket? Ball boy?

You saying you want to pound her pumpkin pie? Four and twenty blackbirds flying down your thigh? Alakazam!

So has anyone ever called you Sgt. Birko? Because that would be asinine.

eh, ok
I don't care for his writing but he seems like a cooler guy than I'd been led to believe. First sentence he admits a lack of imagination. Last sentence he admits bad taste. That'll do.

You're missing the nuance. Contours and crevices, nooks and crannies of nuance. Nuancical even.

AV Club commenters are fussy bastards.

Ass like that makes the world go 'round (it).
To ride that is to stride that mountain betwixt man and gods.
That there ass is a land-mine nestled in a melon rind. The water kind.

I guess I'm a fan
This guy right here, he makes me laugh. I'm not ashamed. I'll even listen to his Howard segments on youtubes and I don't even care for Howard. I just need a steady supply of Dracula Gottfried. I ain't ashamed!

Never has one flophouse ever been so wrong. One man's Purile Dreck is one man's misspelling. One man's puerile dreck, on the other hand, is one man's lack of brain juice, presumably from watching too many bad zombie films with names like Dr. Butcher, M.D.

Hey, Don Francisco's the son of German Jews and he IS Latin America as far as I'm concerned. It's what's inside that counts.

Point of order, their best song is in fact "Old Doc Goose". *ahem*

Things I learned today:

I remember a local TV station here in Orange County that played a lot of that great Latin Rock & Latin Alternative stuff. Videos and performances. It was eye-opening to say the least. Kinky, Babasonicos, El Otro Yo, Ely Guerra, Plastilina Mosh…so much great music.

"the 'Rage' version of it"

Well, alright. I see (said the blind man). You slept through the entire Latin pop explosion of the turn of the century (as you Latin types are wont to do), alright I can understand that. And you're under the impression that it's our man Nabin, as opposed to the corporate marketing and media hype machine of a decade…