Every new generation is garbage. So says the previous generation going through a mid-life crisis and panicking about no longer being relevant.

I swear I can throw on a Bel Ami video in front a room full of straight dudes and they wouldn't be offended, it's so outright antiseptic and drearily dull.

Also: I would destroy ten Choco Tacos right here, right now, Jesus Jones-style.

Nine times out of ten the shells are really soft and gross, but the tenth one that crunches like a motherfucker makes the 9 disappointments that preceded it worth it.

ONLY '90S KIDS WILL REMEMBA THIS.

There needs to be more positive (or hell, even neutral) male bi representation in all forms of media.

Note Big Ed's reflection still holding the soup before jump-cutting to it on the table after real Ed had already placed it on the table.

Somebody didn't listen to the Nevermen record.

More like Suburban Lawns.

Rumor I always heard was Don Knotts.

Fair.

LEISURE SUIT LARRY DID NOTHING WRONG.

And yet King will spend the rest of his life shit talking Kubrick's Shining.

Mad fucking props for the phrase "When I was an assistant on Earth Girls are Easy."

1. This is fucking rude.

Gonna watch James Wan's Death Sentence instead, thanks.

OR you can wait for Melt-Banana to start touring the states again and go see them for about $13.

This show has made a concerned effort to name-check indica and indica-dominant strains of marijuana. The packing makes absolute sense in that context.

The funniest possible words are, in descending order: booty, tit, booby, hooter, and nitwit.

And suddenly a billion white people in their mid 30s shook with sadness as the last rapper of their generation they felt comfortable listening to retired from the game.