This is not the coach you’re looking for.

1984, high school talent show, me and a friend of mine played “The Waiting.” First half of the song was just me, single spotlight, playing and singing. Middle of the song, just after the bridge, we had the house lights turned on and my friend joined in on drums for the big finish.

“Eric Decker has to think about his entire life before he plays.”

Thanks Suprise Puma.

NO MOZGOV NO PEACE

The enemy of my Juggalo is my friend.

Left-wing darlings? Sorry, but knowledge of the operating principles of magnetism is a prerequisite for being a left-wing darling.

HOT DAMN! IT’S THE SOGGY BOTTOM BOYS!

This makes me giddy beyond belief.

Some things never change.

Dammit. I was holding out hope that they’d pull it together for one more go-round. Didn’t know the clock was running. Rats.

Serves him right for disrespecting the Wu-Tang Clan.

Sweet Jesus, I go all the way back to M105 and WIXY.

I head that! I remember that!

I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.

Last man standing blows the bridge, right?

Once again an Asian loses out on a role.

Nope, it's Wez for you. See the Quartermaster for your chaps.

Well, I get "libel" and "slander" mixed up a lot, but, y'know, complimentary sponge and all.

I think I might actually hang around. I'm looking forward to being the Lord Humongous of the post-Kinjapocalypse wasteland.