"Anti-Christ in a custom van" is a bit redundant, don't you think? As if the Anti-Christ would drive anything other than a custom van.

Last time they tried this it didn't work out very well.

Hey guys, it's funny, because you forgot to mention the new Beck album. Ha! Right? Right???!! WHERE IS IT! I'M GOING TO FUCKING DIE IF IT'S… OH MY GOD!!!

What are you talking about? That new John Philip Sousa has just been pushed back a bit. He's still tinkering in the studio Da Pied Pipah and Junk Nasty.

Remember this comment, people. I want this on my gravestone.

Are you referring to Tompkins' Dead Author's Podcast? That was so fucking funny. The Gore Vidal, William S. Burroughs, and Henry Miller/ Sylvia Plath interviews were comedy gold.

He'd make a pretty good racist, pervert uncle.

I let the cast of The Apprentice tell me who to vote for.

Shit, it's an understatement to say that isn't a fair outcome, but I wouldn't know what other word to use. I know for myself, I did alot of stupid shit when I was a kid. Shit that would fuck up my life today if I'd been caught. Or if it had been remembered. But for some reason I've been mostly lucky.

SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE, EVEN BIGGER, FRIEND!

Angus Young may be looking for a new band soon. They should give him a call.

I can imagine a person walking by, utterly broke and ready to give up, in the worst physical and emotional condition possible, stopping to read that, and then saying to them self, "Hey! I am a warrior!"

It was the perfect movie! Shia LaBeouf travels across America selling magazine subscriptions, falling in love with a girl, and punching random strangers in the face.

This is a weird sequel to Peregrine System's Handbook For Accounting Fraud

**Takes screenplay for American Bastard and throws it in fire**

Dude, that was David Bowie?!! THAT'S AWESOME!

I hope somewhere in this documentary someone goes up to Iggy and says, "Dude, you're wearing a shirt?!!"

"Wes Anderson meets David Lynch, boosted by Aussie camp" sounds pretty cool to me.

"Old Kentucky Shark" is the perfect name for about anything. That's what we named our daughter.

Honey, those aren't children. They're packets of cream cheese.