Marilyn Manson: “Sure, Justin, I’ll come to one of your shows.” Little does he know that years from now I will reap my vengeance when I die having never gone to one of his shows.

Close; he actually changes his name to Rock Rapp. This is followed by a cameo of Fred Durst nodding approvingly, his trademark red hat updated for relevancy with the addition of “Make America Great Again.”

Yeah, I didn’t hear anything about his health issues either. Although I’m usually preoccupied with reminding you that you shot a kid.

If the AVC weren’t flat-lining that would make for a hell of a new meme.

If you’re telling me that a record from the dudes from Cypress Hill, Audioslave, and Public Enemy is bad...I would believe you.

When I was 17, I had a talking car, and I was really self-conscious about it until Knight Rider taught me that there could be a good side to sentient automobile ownership.

I didn’t realize you posted here, Jack White.

For the most part, I stay away from pilsners or lighter lagers from craft brewers. That’s a type where any small flaw in the process is glaring. I’ve learned to appreciate these instead of the flavor bombs that New England IPAs or coffee stouts give, since you can really learn a lot about the brewer this way.

The original had the benefit of being for relevant systems, boasted state of the art technology at the time, and did not catch on fire.

There are people who don’t like Pantera?

I’m looking forward to the iPhone 9, which won’t even exist & cost $2,000.

Well, that’s highly specific advice, but I’m sure it’ll come in handy!

Never trust statements on psychology and politics from an “internet culture editor” whose name is an anagram for O Coy TrumpLand

“Hold my beer... in your lungs.”

If that guitar sound is wrong I don’t want to be right.

Back in ‘90s, when me was indie rock snob, me dismissed AC/DC as everything bad about cheesy, overblown rock. Eventually, me sat down and listened closely to Highway To Hell and now me put it on par with first Ramones record. Same crisp production value where you hear every instrument distinctly and every one pack own…

HOT DAMN! I’m in!

Bah! Again it appears I must await approval from the accursed Committee of Right and Proper Thought as if I were an imbecilic malcontent. I thought this matter had been rectified this past week-end, and yet it continues to endure.

“...a worrying sense that home property values are at the mercy of mother nature.”

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