"Angela, play Black jazz!"

*BZZZ*
pie!!

We're holdin' his dick like a throttle.

Jumping onto roofs is "living up to the name" Huckleberry?

The coconut seven-layer bar is outstanding.

Again, there were 2.

All manner of clothes are more comfortable when you're not fat. :(

Ozzy, dude. Like it says above and on every one of his albums and everything else you've ever read about him.

That's sad.

Yo, for real, though, I suffer from stinky dick

Vinny

I loathe when people say "it'll get better" without anything whatsoever to support it. No, sometimes it doesn't get better. For me, life will always be a constant source of misery and humiliation and isolation and shame. It won't get better until someone ends it.

I'm so glad that Charly Bliss review is so extensive and impassioned, because I clearly know not to listen to it now.

"lives"

Not even close.

I just don't get it. None of chief girls on there are really "my type" per se, but I couldn't take my eyes off Alexis Bledel and her little outfits, Keiko Agena is adorable, Arrielle Kebbel, the girl who played Louise, whose name escapes me, is outrageously hot, ditto Krysten Ritter toward the end…hell, even Paris was…

Wasn't he "smokin' hot"-ter back then?

So other dudes really do find Lauren Graham hot, huh? I mean I love her, but I don't get it. Lots of other girls in GG (mostly younger ones), yeah, absolutely. But she turns no cranks for me.

Blimpie.

That's seriously maybe the worst fucking cover song ever released. The vapidly "cool" way he sings and delivers it, even the key he sings it in, suck all the dread and sex and paranoia and bile out of it and leave something pointless. It's a song that's not supposed to sound "cool" when sung but rather to sound…