I get it. It's cathartic to say that this is worthless. Wu-Tang used to make us feel like we could run through walls. And now they're not doing that. "A Better Tomorrow" is a subdued, reflective work from some talented-if-paunchy dudes. It's not fire. It's fog. And I don't mind getting lost in it one bit.

Felimothy Huffon better not break up Filliam H. Muffman.

Tigger, I can't understand the WORDS that are coming out of your MOUTH.

No reference to "Santa Claus: The Movie"? Is that movie real, or did I hallucinate it, Elfin Dudley Moore and all?

"Jungle 3 Jungle" is an inevitability at this point.

Snap inflation is a crucial factor in deciding whether or not we've got the power.

NERD.

Wait, didn't Dr. Nick die in the movie?

As the Trojan executives curse Don Draper's refusal to wrap it up.

"It shouldn't try and say 'Big Things'" – my feeling exactly. This is like American Horror Story trying to teach us about the horrors of racism.

I once spent weeks scraping together $17 so I could ride my bike to the record store and purchase Queensryche's "Empire" on compact disc. A sentence that barely qualifies as English now.

Mr. Handlen,

I'm excited for the sequel, but not half as much as Navin Johnson was for those phone books.

The cobbler's children have no [fart noise].

This was undoubtedly the beginning of the end – but it's also a record packed with rubbery, insidious beats and some of the most immaculately syncopated rhymes I've ever heard. Abbey Road was made by a bunch of guys who hated each other too. And now you get the picture like Picasso.

Super Nice!

So Fiona can bring a stillborn baby back to life, but can't cure blindness?

Eiffel 666: Beezle-Blue A-ba Dee A-ba DIE.

Flotsam and Jetsam. Doing it.

And Lou Gramm still lives, despite having had a 103-degree fever since 1978.