Hell of a drug. 

Oh yeah, we’ll you might’ve sat by Tina Louise, but I sat next to Gene Linda. 

Think of the shavings!

I liked the Dexter finale—(SPOILER!!!) Lithgow kills Dexter’s wife and Dexter’s life comes full circle. His penance for years of dispensing vigilante justice.

They can go as long as they want. But after Come on Eileen, I’m pretty much spent. 

As for me, I hope they never see ol D.B. Cooper again. 

You white, you Ben Affleck. 

I’m more of a Smith and Jones Guy. 

Well, don’t I feel foolish?

Well played. 

For clarity’s sake—every band from the 90s that is still active stinks, or every 90s band that ever existed did, does, and will always stink?

I’m not sure who this fellow is, but he seems like a dick. 

Like Pioneer Woman—she has her own line of skillets at Walmart now!

I would imagine that unless one works or lives on a farm, the most common cow-related deaths happen at Chipotle. 

Caught ween a few months ago.

Took me a second, but I see what you did there. 

I actually prefer Pink Floyd to Zep. Floyd had a handful of good to great songs and seemed to be pushing themselves as artists.

I actually saw Morrissey at a festival a few years back and respected the hell out of his willingness to antagonize an audience.

I read Bret Easton Ellis’ Rolling Stone interview yesterday, and I thought he seemed like a smug douche—which isn’t exactly surprising considering his work.

What about St. Louis hockey stallion Pat Maroon?