It is perfect to me.

I forgot to mention "This Night Has Opened My Eyes."

I'm a lady. I sing the "at last, at last, at last!" part in a piercing falsetto. It's very theatrical!

"Golden Lights" is a sweet little trifle. "Meat Is Murder" is one of the most hilariously terrible songs ever recorded.

I feel like I'm the sort of person who can dance to almost anything, and yet I'm sitting here trying to imagine how one dances to Shakespeare's Sister.

Yes, me too. It's why it's always at the top of my list. If I had been standing the first time I heard it I would've collapsed.

It's not really one of my favorites either, but that's not saying much because there are very few Smiths songs I don't love.

"I Know It's Over." And "London." And "That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore." And all the rest of them.

I love this song but it is an odd one. I mean, it technically has a verse-chorus-bridge structure, but… it also really has none of those things? It's like an arrow, it just goes vrooop in one direction. I've never really figured it out, but I do love bellowing "THROW YOUR WHITE BODY DOWN" in my car.

Bobby 'Bacala' Baccalieri: My pop bought this place 'cause it was close to Canada. He had ties to Montreal. You know, Tone. And his father, my grandpop, come into the country originally through Montreal illegally.

Verger definitely smells better. If this is pre-face-eating he's also significantly easier on the eyes. They're otherwise both sacks of crap so I'll go with Mason, I'll just bring up his Daddy and watch cartoons in my head while he blathers.

How small is the room? I feel like my choice may be based on which one smells better.

I'm starting to think all those people who said they'd never watch NBC again after Hannibal was canceled were lying.

This is probably the best place and time to mention that I've never seen Mr. Show.

Oh for sure. I mean I'll admit I'm the first person in line to see some rescued hawks and eagles. I like when they gaze at me contemptuously.

Just take all of the apex predators out of the zoos and aquariums, please. The rest can stay; they spend the vast majority of their time on earth running/flying/swimming for their lives anyway.

Poor Molly! Hannibal murdered her sense of humor, that bastard.

They both have Todd Barry being a dick!

I like this idea, although of the albums that I love from that year, I think only The Joshua Tree is the artist's masterpiece. Maybe Pleased to Meet Me qualifies; it's my favorite Replacements album.

1987 was pretty insane.