They're all there… all of them smiling.

I see them all now… Rev. Chauncey Grizzly… Lobsters1. There's Leonard Pierce… and a voice just endlessly repeating "Rabin" into the void.

This is MY HAPPENING… and it FREAKS ME OUT!

You know, some people at the time thought that Badfinger was really just the Be..tl.s rec..d..g .nd.r an………..

That's not fair. That's not fair at all. There was time now. There was, was all the time I needed…

It's time to make a mountain out of a molehill
So can I have a volunteer
There's no more time for crying over spilled milk
Now it's time for crying in your beer

THIS is the sort of in-depth discussion that will be killed by Kinja

PULL THE STRING! PULL THE STRING!

When I say run… RUN!

I'm afraid, Disqus. My threads are going.

Ow! My Balls!

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end

…OF MEME

If you want to see some people taking a pretty good stab at recreating Beach Boys/Brian Wilson production in a live setting, look up "Fendertones" on YouTube.

I think there might be a perception that they are custom-made to special TJ recipes.

Allen Ginsberg's "A Streetcar Named Desire" bit was always a hit at parties.

He's got a master's degree in some sort of biology from Harvard (though apparently he was misrepresenting himself as having a PhD in some places).

I watched it. I seem to remember it being not horrible or embarrassing, but not great.

"We painted the rocks on Mars white to simulate New York in wintertime. On camera, it looks more like snow than snow."

Every week, New York comes to visit and is spooked by the Munsters' townhouse that nobody could actually afford in real-life.