Put the bong down, Chico.

Diagnosed, you cannot possibly be a straight man with the amount of effort you are putting into clothes shopping, and describing said clothes shopping. If you think you are, I'm telling you you're not.

I smell some fatties in this thread.

General Tso was the greatest military leader and short order cook in the history of anything. His brilliant military victory over Colonel Kung Pao is nothing short of legendary.

I don't know…I signed the petition. Hugh G. Rection stands up for what is right and wholesome in this world.

No love for Faceman, the only member to get laid regularly? Guy fucking played Starbuck, you know. That's range.

Just to belabor the point, Chico, I know some think The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society is an unheralded masterpiece, but next to The White Album, Beggar's Banquet, or Sell Out? It's just a pleasant bunch of ditties beside those powerhouses.

No, Chico, the Kinks are always getting treated like red headed stepchildren because post-1966 is questionable. Some love it, while others think it's spotty at best, and bland and uninspiring at worst. Whereas, you would be hard pressed to find someone who believed bands like the Beatles, the Who and the Stones didn't…

Mitchell was pretty close, but he doesn't hammer the skins like Moon did. More of a psychedelic jazz drummer. Bonham and Baker were solid power drummers, but combine all three of those cats and add a heaping dose of batshit crazy and you have Keith Moon.

Sorry, should have read your last post. They might've just been hammered. In the interviews in The Last Waltz, Manuel looks about ready to fall off his stool.

Yeah, are you saying Manuel and Danko can't sing on Before The Flood, or at all? Because if it's the latter, you're stoned.

Don't even bring the fucking Kinks into this, Chico. Come on.

I'm sorry…when the fuck did Ringo die? Do we still have Mitch Mitchell kicking around?

Sunglasses is exactly right, if it's down to four songs.

I don't care what they play, as long as Zombie Moon and Vampire Entwistle are their rythm section.

He makes an excellent point about the uselessness of refs in general. Seriously, as a football fan who can now see a computer generated scrimmage line and first down mark on my screen, why do I need a ref to spot the ball and bring out a set of archaic chains when I can clearly see he made the first down, and see it…

Maybe, but don't test my Hacky Sack X-Treme.

John Adams, indeed. Like anything important happened with that guy. Bring on a real presidential miniseries: Millard Fillmore, Last of the Whigs.

There's a lot of gross-out weirdness in T&E, sure, but the local cable bizarro stuff is spot on. Also, the Spagett film helmed by Spielberg is gold.

More, please. We're still listening.