Well, that ought to do it. Thanks very much, Ray.

If only there were statues of Mohammed Atta and the other hijackers in our public squares so people could remember!!

♪♫ Uh! Your bad self! ♪♫ 

HELLOOOO?!

What’s your favourite Beatles album?

I miss the AV Club.

Paint a white stripe down the back of the feral cat. The skunk will mistake it for a lady skunk and fall madly in love with it. It will hop daintily toward and cat and begin kissing its arm. While the skunk is distracted, club it with a shovel.  

Every time I see Ted Cruz’s face, I punch a 5 pound bag of flour

Of course Flav was crazy, he was playing the jester, the wild card, the fool to Chuck D’s rational, charismatic authority figure. Together they formed the quintessential dramaturgical dyad.

Yeah, I’ll say it. PE is the best of that whole late ‘80s/early 90s scene. It’s hardly surprising that Flav turned out to be kinda crazy, but when has America ever held that against its entertainers?

Sidenote: I gave him a hug at his first attempt at a chicken restaurant. It was in rural Iowa. I don’t know why. …

Nice story, Chains.

And trying to follow a conversation with him is nearly impossible.

He’s like the Kinja of presidents: Ugly by design, never wants to work and is preoccupied with making everything a white space.

Barack HUSSEIN Obamacare.

Am I doing this right?

Great! Here, have a meaningless recommendation that’s not even kept track of.