Well, shit. I’ll probably drink whiskey and listen to Ziggy Stardust tonight. Granted, I do that most every night. But now I have a reason.

Shit you don’t want to be around me, then I’m one knitting-ass motherfucker I knit hard and I can knit all night.

Shit you don’t want to be around me, then I’m one knitting-ass motherfucker I knit hard and I can knit all night.

Shit. I could get you a real horse for about half that. It is dead, but that way you’re not wasting money on hay, horse shoes, and all that crap.

Good luck to you, Russell! After my divorce when I auctioned off my possessions- lawn mower missing a wheel, blade-less blender, an ‘88 Taurus with punctured gas tank, nearly-complete set Police Academy posters, etc. I got money for a night in Vegas which I actually had to send on bail as I got pulled over on my way…

That doesn’t work. I only have a “reply” link. There is no “do not reply” link.

Recommendations please!

True story- when I was in high school Suge Knight was my mom’s babysitter. This isn’t true.

**angrily kicks pebble**

I’m looking for recommendations for smart, funny literature. Like Scott McClanahan’s Crapalachia or Don DeLillo’s White Noise.

I’d be interested but I’m not sure I’m going to have room in the garage. I’ll have to park this outside until someone buys the Sentra.

Basically, Ace of Base was Sweden’s response to The Beatles.

I’m wanting to read something remarkable. I remember thinking Scott McClanahan’s Crapalachia was hilarious and am going to order his book The Sarah Book.

We’re talking about the guy with white hair who looks constipated, right?

Any recommendations for recent good rap? I’ve been listening to RTJ, Vince Staples, Freddie Gibbs, and Shabazz Palaces recently. I’d look forward to something new I might not have heard.

You’re right, shit. Social media sucks but it’s such an easy way to communicate.

If you didn’t product “Billie Jean” you are not entitled to share your opinion.

The Beatles are boring and vapid. Their songs are like sonic marshmallows. Maybe they were musically talented, and took production and studio use to another level. But that doesn’t make me want to listen to them.

The Walkmen were so good. So was Jonathan Fire*eater. I saw them play at a house show in Auburn, Alabama in 1995, I believe, and that was one of the coolest shows I have ever seen..

I will never forgive the AVClub for not titling Lemmy’s obit, Lemmy Kilmister, Killed By Death.