I laughed at that broad.  She couldn't dress to save her life.   She must have had clothes delivered from TJ Maxx by the Hefty cinchsak-ful.

GQ has better mens haberdashery tips than Esquire. And Nylon Guys might be the best one of all (surprisingly on point with the fashion, unlike the sister Nylon mag).

After?  I made little use of that channel after seeing how painfully unfunny Topanga is away from the role of Topanga.

I think of it as their "Danity Kane" (self-titled).

Love Is…  wiping the bodily fluids off the floor of the bathroom as he works off another speedball high.

Unless it's an homage to Moses Malone, those parents can fuck right off with that nonsense.

what a saint!

In the heady days of the nascent internet, one of the first text-only webpages I bookmarked with my Netscape Navigator browser was a comprehensive listing of all PB samples in order of album appearance.

Imogen Poots just sounds like a postmodern Garbage Pail Kid.

My alltime favorite celebrity-spawn names:  Pixie and Peaches Geldof.

I read this years ago and found myself entranced with the pseudo-postmodernist flourishes that, in years since, have dated themselves rather badly.  That being said, I tend to regard it as a better-than-usual Guy Ritchie vehicle, maybe if i'm being fully generous, a Layer Cake with more ironic sardonicism.

Hardly.  I couldn't even pick her out at a Hollywood Hills house party if she had a sign saying "Amber Heard".

Amber Heard as the vacuous plasticine?  Success in casting!

Gibbler was the George Harrison of the Rippers.

Not the same.  You don't even have to listen to the song to put it on a mix CD-r.  You just line up the MP3s or copy the tracks directly.

Oh, shit. Metal cassette.  I had a metal cassette I would only use for my finest mixtapes. 

Those CDs that actually took the care and time to have art-worthy cases were few and far between.  The first wave of CDs just had shrunken album art (half-assed) and usually missed a lot of the sleeve cover or even gatefold art from the original LPs.

That's all?  The highlighting?  Not nearly as annoying as the drippy font Marvel uses for florid Asgardian talk.

Nothing like going to Tower records on a Saturday afternoon and buying the new tapes, priced at 7.99 per (The NICE price).  Pop them in my Aiwa and i'm good as gold on the way home.

When's radio coming back?