Yep! I used to *adore* Southern Comfort and now, the smell alone is enough to give me the runs...

I had a brief thing for Jack ‘n’ Jolt back in the day, but can’t fathom stomaching it now; that’d make for a surefire hangover…

Yep, the Firefox plug-in does indeed “help”; Kinja is now a somewhat-more-polished turd... so, yay...

Shoot! Only recently got into Killjoys and hoped Hannah John-Kamen was going to be the new raider of tombs... I guess she’s in there somwhere tho...

I think it might have worked... (it definitely happened quicker than I expected) or maybe the old account knocked out the new one of the same name? I feel so lost around here anymore anyway, I’ll just drift aimlessly, as I am wont to do...

Oh, man... while it was so gorgeously realized, I don’t think I’ll ever muster up the balls to rewatch Graveyard of the Fireflies, the most utterly heart-rending “cartoon” I’ve ever seen...

I’m gonna go with “Come Together”... because, even if I were groovin’ up slowly, I wouldn’t want to be called “Old Flat Top” (nor do I want a toe-jam football)...

Probably because I prefer the Richard Cheese version of the song...

Weirdo!

You are the son of incestuous union...

I’m not even gonna listen, ahaha, but thanks for reminding me to crank up my MAXIMUM (implied) SWAGGER, uh Huh!! (...and TGIFF!)

He’ll always be Chris Peterson’s hotshot cousin (and arch-nemesis) Donald to me… P.S. I heard that Donald’s melon stand is doing so good, he’s
adding another nine feet to sell grapes!

Also, no mention of his role in Living In Oblivion?!

Am I bad because I immediately wondered whether he’s drunk-driving a little clown car?

Much in the same way I complained Bush Jr. was a moronic joke of a president, I bitched and moaned about Diqsuq... and NOW we have Trump and Kinja to prove that things *can* be much worse... yay...

Well, at least he doesn’t fantasize about women’s heads being bashed with rocks!

Nor do we live in an eternal state of “having the munchies”...

Sounds like you could’ve smoked some of that “fake weed” shit... no telling what the hell is in that stuff. Good old MJ won’t treat you like that...

Cheers!

“Jack & Diane”?