If he doesn't want to make any more music, that's fine. However:

He stakes out homes where the owners are about to go on vacation, breaks in, and licks all of their furniture. He always leaves a 3x5 index card on the dining room table containing the handwritten phrase, in Sharpie:

Not the company founders, though. They are staid and honest men, the sort who would have founded monasteries in Iceland before the Vikings came.

Or just everyday antisocial behavior.

This is how he talks.

Because he smelled faintly of butter, and would always do those half-handshake-half-hugs to people he had just met.

That really should be a Randy Newman song.

Considering that I wake up every other day with yellow crusty stuff in my eyes, it's good to learn that in the Big Picture, the world is actually a simple, tidy place.

(sigh) Yes, bushes you could get lost in.

This resonates with me. The extent of my "netizen-ship" is this website, and occasional YouTube and Reddit comments. No other social media at all.

And Kurt Cobain made that sweater iconic.

"(Hopefully that redesign streamlines the Reddit process by allowing you to choose if you’re a good person or an asshole, and then it will present the appropriate Donald Trump subreddits.)"

I just do that in the morning before work.

And those thinkpieces fail to properly describe the conservation of angular momentum they exhibit.

At least it would be better than Space Jam.

Bubble wrap. That's how to relieve workplace stress.

It's in danger of being crushed by a dwarf.

Special guest Mary Carey.

As usual, the bullshit-and-nitro-burning funny car Presidency outpaces us all.

It one of those Lynch things, where her fear was blending all of the primal emotional responses together.