I guess then they're just seven men, who live together, work hard and play hard.

One of the Kardashians tried to post a picture of Chloe in a diphthong, but it turned out it was someone else's butthole.

Well, yeah but you have to grade it on the "Kathy Griffin Scale of Funny." By her Bargain-Bin-Joan-Rivers standards, it's a laugh riot.

It makes sense—not everything is going to be phenomenal, but they wouldn't review something they had no predilection for to begin with.

Talented or not, "songs back to back in the same key and tempo, making it sound like one long sludge through four chords; slowly strummed complete with an uninspired bass player accompanying" sums up my impression of the band.

And I would deserve it!

SO THEY AGREE WITH ME! YOU HEAR THAT @Swenstein:disqus? And here I was just dicking around!

Which one is a "stone"?

It sure is, smart guy!

Two-nesmiths

I have a trouble with overly earnest arena rock (U2, Coldplay, and these guys), but they have some good tunes. Just not my cup of tea.

It sounds a lot like Of Montreal's "A Sentence of Sorts in Kongsvinger."

Catalan, which they speak in Spain and therefore is Spanish. Checkmate, amigo!

It's where Brenden has been lurking, waiting to rise again.

You might call his casting a "Blast from the Past"!

If you needed abs, you swapped in BF.

A real man wouldn't make the earth carry his luggage.

I use my backpack a lot, and I know it makes me look like a child, but goddammit, it's practical! It fits everything I need and distributes the weight evenly and comfortably!

I liked when he was the Millennial Correspondent who didn't understand how credit cards worked. That was the only one of his that I saw, and I still remember it.

After all, what does Trump have to do with an overextended brand of dubious quality that is only appealing to white suburban teenage boys and yet still inexplicably enjoys success?