Or 'eggs McMuffin'…

We had that at my school, but people randomly yelled 'Hert-de-der!!!' for two ro three months.
When it started dying out, some people tried to invent the new 'hert-de-der,' but no one could make anything stick. Can't catch lightning in a bottle, I guess.

Well, it should be. Once I got a job and a car, I had to drive a half hour to buy Dead Milkmen tapes.

Ha. I guess if it passes the classic rock radio test, it's good enough for Wal Mart.

Wow, you had a really different hometown Wal Mart than I did in 1990. All we had was Aerosmith and The Best of Bread. I think the only semi-decent album I got there was The Wall. That was about as edgy as it got.

The sound system is decent, but beers are fucking 10 bucks, if you can believe it. THANKS, OBUMMER!!!

"and where you can guess you hate to calculate… and where others would poison, you dismember." Plays Pretty for Baby is one of my all-time favorite albums. 13-Point Plan is fantastic, but it's more accessible and straightforward. Plays Pretty is so murky and is structured so strangely, you can listen to it a thousand…

I had a dream this morning that I heard Louis CK died… I thought nothing of it until now, when it's obvious the Grim Reaper has been drinking Red Bulls and snorting lines off Hitler's pecker again.

I can do without the 'good times! something something something good times!' part of the song, so I was pretending it didn't exist.

It's only fitting… bassline brain loops for everyone!

The bassline to Rapper's Delight will now play in my head for the rest of the day, in respectful memorium.

I used to do this thing in creative writing classes where I'd use a dictionary of symbolism I had to create a theory about someone's story. Usually ended up with characters being repressed homosexuals and/or robots. This movie reminded me of that, it's like numerology or astrology. You can see all kinds of things if…

Did you log out and upvote that yourself, qoqo?

Today? After school? I'm gonna rape you.

I am also a chubby runner. I have found that for some reason, the more melancholy Pavement songs are my favorite. 'Here' is a great running song for a fat guy, as is 'Spit on a Stranger.'

But… people on the (Groundlings) river are happy to give?

No one ever says Fetumch!

Heh heh… *smacks gum* It's a funny name.

SON OF A BITCH!!! I didn't get that vaccine… got damn doctor talked me out of it. 'You're not going to Hungary,' he says. 'Only Hungarians get that one,' he says. THANKS, OBAMA.

I've had a lot of friends that like this band, but this is the first time I've listened to them.
P.S. I'm immune to CancerAids, suckas!