I think dumps is when you smack it.

It's the undefinable beauty of life. The French call it je ne c'est quoi. Sisqo calls it what.

Oh lord you called her a snowflake. We're one step from SJW as a slur.

She's still dead.

No for Victorian era insults and (hopefully) bouts of fairly reserved debauchery!

Don't forget about the five years he spent in the Oneida sex cult (he ended up leaving because no one wanted to fuck him).

Huh. Are we sure that guy actually died after watching that sketch and it's not like a cover story because he died in an embarrassing sex accident?

Is this how Rabin got into all of that credit card trouble a few years back?

More or less disgusting than knowing he had another 8.5 million to throw away on building a wedding venue in a redwood forest?

He got accused of fucking up some redwoods and then was like, "That's not true! Some of my best friends are redwoods!"

Oh I thought I had finally met someone who shares my passion.

I fucking love 19th century insults. Would you please call someone a charlatan or a flapdoodle?

"But, why do we know this Jeannie person?"

I think Linda Tortellini should be on money. I don't care if it's her circa now or five years ago or 20 years ago. She's got a great face.

The soundtrack to I'm Not There basically applied the I Am Sam approach to Bob Dylan's music and there were some pretty great successes. https://www.youtube.com/wat…

Or the grungy butt rock that happened immediately after Nu Metal. I feel bands like Shinedown, Hinder, and Seether were just as offensively horrible as Korn or fucking Sevendust.

This is a top notch 90s burn.

I think the only skeleton in his closet is that he was a VERY dedicate alcoholic in the 70s. And that's already public knowledge so I think we're safe.

You're asking why people haven't dedicated time to learning a bunch of Puddle of Mudd songs and I feel like you already know the answer.

Your mom was 11 when you were born?