Were the first six decades of the 20th century full of shaved crotches? I'm not trying to be a dick—I find the issue kind of interesting. People definitely associate the 1970s with full bush, but I wonder if that's just because that when porn really took off. I've read that shaving was pretty common in the…

I think of my chest hair as the lakes, then there's the long Heart of Darkness river down the belly to the delta.

I think about 90% of Red Stripe sales are due to the stubby bottle. The beer itself tastes pretty generic to me.

Can't get Molson Export where I live. About 20 years ago, proto-hipsters around here started drinking Labatt "50" ironically. It was seen as an old man beer. It's not bad, for a generic sort of beer. It's labelled as "ale", though it tastes pretty much the same as any of the popular lagers like Labatt Blue, Molson…

"I asked for a pack of Camels, not Camel Filters!"

Ha, fair point.

No, but I can tell you that my local Canadian hipster bar now sells tall cans of PBR. I went a couple of weeks ago, and it was flannel shirts and trucker hats everywhere. You'd think Canadian hipsters could at least find a shitty Canadian beer to drink ironically. I've since learned that the tall cans are cheaper,…

Well, there's only so many beers that hipsters can support by drinking ironically.

It was a tight race, but Austin ultimately voted in favor of The Hackeysack Mayor and his promises of sidewalks paved with marijuana.

I always pictured Harry Dean Stanton as Trashcan Man, but at age 88 he's a bit long in the balls for a four-movie commitment.

"Duhn! Reh! Fuh! You got the music in you!" Ugh…I had to listen to that song all the time when I was working graveyard shift data entry for the Red Cross. It was one of those workplaces where you couldn't escape the radio, and at the time that song was really popular (as was Cher-bot's "Believe").

Mormons are ok, as long as they're not following the doctrinal writings of Bring'em Young.

Pepsi?

I can't tell from that picture if the lion is about to sneeze or launch into "Misty Mountain Hop".

I'll tell you what Ray Bolger was doing in that suit: Ray BOLGER…was jizzing on RAY FREAKING BOLGER!

They took those Fountainhead Frannie dolls off the market when they discovered that the inky black hair was actually an alien symbiote that takes over the brain and, depriving it of oxygen, leaves the purchaser spouting incoherent Randian bullshit.

Ah well to each her own. *surreptitiously adds Scrawler's name to The List* Have you tried shmancy single malts like Lagavulin?

Bourbon is one of those drinks that I want to like, having been raised on early Stephen King novels in which every protagonist likes a particular brand of bourbon (and strong, preferably unfiltered cigarettes). I can appreciate Maker's Mark, and Wild Turkey's Rare Breed is a thing of beauty. For the most part,…

I got to see Mr. David Lindley perform at a solo show, which was far better for my always-precarious mental health than the 7-hour silent meditation-day-thing I went to Saturday afternoon. Seven fucking hours and I still can't levitate!

I've always said, if there's anyone in the commentariat who knows how to split a log, it's BonerTime.