I have a terrible rotting flesh smell in my basement. And I can't move my clown outfits to the attic why? Thank you, because of the rotting flesh smell.

The Pogues, woman.

The Dropkick Murphys perimeter is collapsing into an area smaller than Ben Affleck takes credit for.

Free St. Pat's advice to you young fellas:

Enough with the depilatory stories.

Netflix Instant has crossed the threshold - there's a ton of stuff now that you actually want to watch. And!, there's probably a second documentary on Narwhal whales! Probably.

Funny enough, I just told my wife tonight that she had to watch it again - I came across the last hour of it two weeks ago.

Man, your house is going to stink in about 12 hours.

A-ha! Perhaps you could help me program my Betamax?

Dagnabit!, I was going to send that into #tips, but that seems to have disappeared.

Excellent.

- Twee food bloggers

Is there an elevator involved? You need the buffer. I shared an upstairs/downstairs townhouse in Brooklyn(I had roomates) with my older sister ages ago, and it was 95% great. That other 5%? - that's what you have to figure out.

Age has not treated it well.

Noooo! You'll be living eight feet from your(presumably) really cool mom. You'll be inside their gravitational force. You can't make a proper grilled cheese sandwich without seeing them. Be poor for a year or two, and live anywhere else. You can cadge free food off your parents when you want to, not when you have to.

Sorry - taking it easy. I'm giving up sobriety for Lent.

I clicked on the link. I'm pretty sure I just caught something.

It alarms me that I almost always agree with you. I expect there's another side to the story, or maybe he's just got a slugabed wife.

I'll bite. Victory Lager and a great value 2006 Bordeaux. A simple excellent meal(kind of boring but good), and watched the first of three parts of Carlos - if you liked Munich you have to see this. Also get Animal Kingdom on Netflix. It's fantastic.