The years were not kind to Riff Raff. Worse, in fact than one might have expected.

She was too much for motherfucking James Bond!

Cf. Dom Mazzetti.

All the stars for you. I have an incredibly bright, but socially awkward kid with anxiety issues. This really resonated with me.

Another just came to me: Don’t Let’s Start by They Might Be Giants. Will get a crowd of a certain age rocking.

In the “Don’t Try This at Home” category: It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine). If you can pull it off, the crowd will dig it.

But does she weigh the same as a duck?

This image really perfectly captures the personalities and confirms the public perceptions of each of these guys.

Baroque Cycle is a tough read, but incredibly fun and rewarding. That was a good 6 months of my life dedicated to those characters.

I just got back to NY from a vacation on the Redneck Riviera (Destin, FL), where my family has been going for seriously 60 years or so since my mom was a little girl. They have called Mahi Mahi Dolphin down there as long as I can remember. Inevitably somebody gets confused, but they usually get with the program after…

A good friend of mine had one of these in high school. The thing was lots of fun and reasonably quick for back in the day. Not sure if it cornered as well as my Isuzu Impulse (Handling by Lotus!), though.

Did someone say flying police car?

Guess you had to take that the t-shirt and Bury It Deep.

Smith machine? Do you even lift, bro?

As much as I love me some Spongebob, how do you rank this but not Wonder Woman’s invisible jet? Shenanigans, call I! Sexist Shenanigans. ;)

I have a buddy who’s an actual NY State Trooper. His personal vehicle is a Chevy Tahoe police model he bought from another cop down in Texas. The thing is totally blacked out and menacing as hell. He named it “Moses,” because the sea of cars parts before it when the other drivers see it in the rear view mirror. He…

My first car was an Isuzu Impulse. Loved it and drove it into the ground. Price seems a little high, but for nostalgia’s sale I will throw it a NP.

I have to assume that popcorn dude in in NYC - dimes to dollars got his stash from Zaro’s Bakery in Grand Central or Penn Station depending on whether the train is Metro North or LIRR. They sell big-ass bags - we are talking 2-foot long paper bags - of fresh popped popcorn in the afternoon, and it’s the serious shit.…

First off, please get me out of the greys!!