Ah, Chet Haze, we hardly new ye.

Funny enough, even ATDI itself wasn't sure about that — half the band thought it was 'InVALid," the other half thought it was "InvaLID." True story.

I like my intelligence generously seasoned with insult and pepper.

You're being a dumb bitch.

I saw them in a mid-sized venue the year before last and they burned the house down (their opening act, J Roddy Walston and the Business, delivered a rousing set as well). But I agree that their sound and style are probably not well-suited to arenas.

n00b

Mister Ford, could you play "Panty Melt"? I love that tune.

You've reached rock bottom when the only thing left in your crack pipe is ash. Then you dump it out and stick another rock in there. Presto! You're back on top, baby.

That, truly, is the gift that keeps on giving.

The great thing about the Snot Boogie story is that it actually happened; Simon recounts it late in his book Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets.

Yeeesssss

Cue smooth sax solo as suicidal alcoholic lifts head, a slow smile spreading across his face as the morning sun glints off the tracks of his now-drying tears …

Better learn how to face it.

Alvistime is where it's at. If you disagree, you can hash it out in hell with all the other heathens.

I am shocked and appalled!

What fastandsloppy said. Also, thanks for the unlabeled Homeland spoiler landmine, sarCCastro. You cock.

Now, for a pit beef with extra horseradish, you can start piling on the bodies.

His point is well-taken, though, because, you know, animals never, ever kill each other. There is only peace and harmony in the animal kingdom, always. Would that we could learn from them!

That's "CumberBATCH." He's the actor of Sherlock fame. A "Benedict Cumberpatch" is a slyly superior merkin.

Storage Horse.