Driving a 15 year old van that smells like weed and farts, aggravating the hernia lifting bass cabs, running out of XXL shirts the first week of the tour, eating Denny's day in and day out, finally giving in to the 47 year old pockmarked biker mama's flirting because she's the only woman at the show and you're not…

OH FUCK THE PYRO SET ME ON FIRE

Metallica and Megadeth and Ted and Alice

tim pat seabag montefiore: cliff lives and forms a new band with jim martin of the church of faith no more and let's say tim alexander of primus to round out the bay area alternative metal trifecta

Band worth hundreds of millions of dollars=no safety net.

30 Helens Agree: the US Strategic Divebomb Reserve was tapped to create the first minute of this track:

You had a water cooler in your third grade class?

Motörheadböat.

I gave my dad a pair for Christmas he was so pleased with them he leaned in and puckered up and I was like Don't Let Daddy Kiss Me.

I appreciate that Raylan's so white trash he still shops at the Pggly Wiggly despite living in Lexington which presumably has at least a Kroger's or something. Now that's deep character writing.

Copy/paste from the latest issue of National Review?

They met on M-Date

Oh but it totally is the answer. Poetry like most everything else is greatly improved by being drunk and surly.

Agreed, except after years of loathing Slayer for being lazy plus that one nu-metal album.

Which inadvertently boosted album sales. So good for Tipper Gore and her band of DC busybodies for doing their part to help commerce!

That's normally what MSNBC's 8-10pm weeknight block of programming is called in my household.

Haha damn, when white people get funky, they get fun-kay.

Haha damn, when white people get funky, they get fun-kay.

Grit magazine sounds like some rawdoggin' aficionado's monthly.

Grit magazine sounds like some rawdoggin' aficionado's monthly.