Millennial Pink will henceforth be known as Cloying, Duplicitous Goon Pink.

Pop quiz, drink-Hustling bros: Whose likeness is that on the wall behind you?

When I was about six, my two big sisters decided it was time for me to learn how to ride a big-kid bike. So they put me on one of theirs (standing on the pedals, couldn’t even reach the seat, girl bike fortunately), and pushed me right the fuck down a steep hill in the back yard. I learned how to ride a bike in about…

Thanks for still being here. Try to change things up if you can; even a little bit. (That is helping me somewhat.) Above all, try to just keep trying. It’s tough as hell sometimes, but maybe we can do it.

Not sure what they are, actually.  All I know is, that video makes me wish I still had a weed connection.

Y’know this is actually pretty cool SCREAMING PRAIRIE DOGS wait what?!?

When pigs fly, indeed!

I bet even his car tastes like chicken.

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if PAUL RYAN IS AN ASSHOLE

Last 4th of July, I wore this T-shirt to an outdoor music thing:

Jesus, that skit is depressing as fuck. It’s just basic and terrible.

Jesus Christ with these fucking rich people already.

Damn, that image is mesmerizing and heartbreaking, all at once.

Who is this guy again?

That's exactly how I feel about vinyl.

That’s good news, because I have a big, ridiculous old Pioneer cassette deck (rack ears and everything!) that I need to fix up & get rid of.

It took several hundred years for sales of recorded music (records & cylinders) to surpass those of sheet music.

Why do her eyelids appear to have been super-glued open? Has she been caught trying not to look at what we’ve become?

You better drink that Kool-Aid, people! Drink it!