I foresee trouble.

Did they play "Jesus Built My Hotrod"? I quite like that song, though I suspect I can thank Gibby Haynes for that.

I suspect it's the ghost of William Burroughs.

I also love "Indoor Fireworks", but "Sleep of Just" would be in my all-time top 100.

I was barracking for Pacquiao but happy to take the $1.50 for Mayweather.

I don't think it's a great film, but the main performances are superb. They do a great job of making Halliwell sympathetic and Orton unfaithful but still true to his nature.

They say he could play by sense of smell, but I've been to a few bars with a pinball, and I doubt he could smell anything over the stale beer, cheap perfume and poorly cleaned-up vomit.

In Australia, people often say "white rabbits" on this day, which is supposed to disallow people from giving you a "pinch and a punch for the first day of the month". A form of good luck, I suppose.

Drink iiiiiit!

"Michael Clarke knows that Michael Clarke has to do the best thing for Michael Clarke."

The concept of God is too silly for me to believe in, but there are plenty of people that do smarter than you or I. And plenty of atheists that are idiots.

That's pretty much the epitome of a dud root. Don't be judging sex from that.

If I get to 60 and find my loins stirred by John Sebastian (or, more likely, the female equivalent, Lisa Loeb) I will not take it as a sign that I should "get online and advertise".

Good luck! He was relentless with a few people here, but it was beyond pointless trying to talk to him about it, so I limited my involvement to supportive upvotes. I didn't realise how bad it was.

Opinions vary, but I prefer Let's Go Eat The Factory.

I think the GBV reunion albums were nearly as good as anything they did.

Sometimes I suspect that you've been writing song titles for Pollard, Burl. "Bizarro’s Last Quest", indeed.

Part of the Mountain was looking pretty rotten last I saw. I imagine they had to use half of the Hound to make him whole. It's like The Man With Two Brains, featuring an eight foot tall killing machine.

He'll be handy with the dragons when he busts out those wings.

Those goddamned brown-noses who laugh uproariously and compliment their bosses always seem to have complete disdain for the people below them. As someone who has no interest in advancement, I can fortunately ignore all that shit.