Honest answer: Too fucking loud! All of the good theaters near us crank the sound up to the point of distortion. After sitting through GoG2 with our fingers in our ears, my wife said, “Never again.”

Both knees and double quick is my guess, but what do I know?

Fried egg sandwiches, unless seriously stoned, in which case, cinnamon toast.

“the way that one of the most fascinating, involved shows ever put to television began to peter out in lieu of convoluted dialogue and illogical character motivation.”

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About as much as “step foot” instead of “set foot,” which is to say, yeah, it bugs the shit out of me, but the Language is crumbling everywhere, and generally speaking, people are getting more and more stupid. We are lost and without hope.

“Feed me!”

I like the deodorant stick.

How so?

Dick Hitler ftw.

Check out Durham, NC.

Epheborock? Skeevy, man.

Morgan Murphy’s Irish Goodbye is the best Irish Goodbye:

Allman Brothers Live at the Fillmore East. I went through at least three copies in vinyl over the years. Might be available from 3rd party sellers on Amazon.

Allman Brothers Live at the Fillmore East. I went through at least three copies in vinyl over the years. Might be…

Maybe next time throw bottles a gasoline at them.

Cannot wait for Fall:

I’ve really come to hate him in the last 12 months, but I have to admit he fuckin’ sold it in The Bodyguard.

My afternoon brainstorm is to market a special towel, like the Ta Ta Towel. I’m gonna call it the Chin Chilla. It’s purpose is to provide an absorbent sling for the massive double chins of Jabbas like Mr. Clovis here ‘cause... damn, son!