Take it easy and already gone :(

*throws in the towel, just starts weeping*

I wish—then I wouldn't have to play the fucking eagles. :(

The Dude abides and I really do hate the fucking Eagles. I'm a cover band that does two of their songs. Worst 7 minutes and change for me in the set. I just never understood the hype about them.

I watched the Gozilla marathon on El Rey. Much better option

Cause hit me with your Rhythm Stick!

Now maybe Tool will finally release something..anything?

The hell with Bono being "woman of the year". I'd elect Eddie if a man needs to take that title. Such a mensch.

Or that death has a really dark sense of humour

And now George Michael is gone. Goddamn 2016

Trent: "I will release a NIN album in 2016, and make you all wait until the LAST TWO WEEKS". Yes, as a huge NIN fan I purchased the new releases on vinyl. Because I'm just that kind of fangirl

I'm interested to read this book I saw them several times in concert and it was always a crap shoot as to whether they'd be hammered or play sober. In a small club that was mildly entertaining, but I can imagine on a nationwide tour, it would have been unacceptable.

Journey—NOOOO.

Probably led alot to my favorable inclination to leftist politics at a later age.

I refuse to watch the movie but the original animated Christmas special is a holiday tradition in our house. I think I drove my elder siblings crazy when I was little insisting on being read the Grinch and Yertle the Turtle constantly at bedtime.

Made chocolate covered caramels and watched Ziggy Stardust. Let's just say I watched him perform "My Death" with tears streaming down my face.

"I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man, I keep his house"— Zsa Zsa Gabor. RIP

My favorite aunt had a christmas tree in the sixties that was just festooned with bubble lights and tinsel. She was a loving, Southern woman who loved cooking and loved Christmas. Ever time I see bubble lights, I can smell her Christmas peanut brittle. Bless you, Aunt Mary, I hope where you are now its Christmas…

My mom rarely cursed—the worst I ever heard was "Jesus, Mary and Joseph". But one time we were driving and this little old Italian lady was in the crosswalk, trying to cross an icy road. The guy behind us, started to lean on his horn. My mom quietly rolled down the window and flipped him the bird. Then she turned…

You forgot the sexy German secretaries as well.