It's a freighter that sunk in Lake Superior. Gordon Lightfoot wrote a song about it.

Pinto beans of any sort may have pebbles in them. At any given time in Travis County, there have to be 20 lawsuits against 20 different Mexican restaurants based on someone biting into a pebble.

I pulled the tag off a mattress that didn't belong to me once. I might as well be Pablo Escobar, eh?

Not bad.

It's the comma-obsessed tweens that you have to really keep an eye on.

Technically, it's called "The Grits & Gravy Defense."

Yeh, but you gotta admit "corporatations" is an awesome word. All my future filings with the Secretary of State for my clients will be "corporatations". Me: "The fee's the same, so instead of an LLC, we'll register you as a corporatation."

Can we please discuss this in terms I can understand? How many Bazooka Joe comics = 1 Bitcoin?

I think that was an episode of Hardcastle and McCormick.

HA!

Kick 'em off, it's party time.

This guy is finally finished, right? Like, the Mark Fuhrman of fashion?

And failed.

"Tell me what instruments(s) he's mastered at the world level . . ." The meat-whistle.

There's a ratio, though. For every person his "music" makes happy, it makes 10 angry.

If one were to jam peanut butter and lightly fried planatains into one's aural canals and just listen to one's heart and bowels for an afternoon, one would have a better musical experience than five seconds of a Pitbull "song." He is the distilled essence of the Platonic Ideal of crap.

In Defense of Shit, by A Fly.

Fozzie Bear has retained copyright counsel.

I don't think this individual has owned as much as a ball-point pen.

If it was jimmies, they'da called the SWAT team and them whirlybirds with the blinding lights.