You are correct. A bump can also be done off a key. But, for the enterprising coke fiend on-the-go there are small vials with specialized tops. One such top features a nostril sized cone with a valve for safe switching between snorting and storage, but these tend to become quickly clogged. Another such top features a…

Yes. I certainly include 'herself' as a possibility in my definition of the 'someone' that she could kill.

So, they're just going to job out The Vigilante Sting again, right? No way they put The Strap on the last great ghost of WCW. Nor do I really think that they should at this juncture. They wasted him, but he wasted the last decade on his own accord. I hope at least that he is padding well his retirement account.

She Who Shall Not Be Named going over as NXT Women's Champion might possibly kill the show for you, but she is almost certainly going to kill someone in the ring with that sloppy-ass Sliced Bread #2 finisher that she is in no way qualified to deploy.

I've always heard the test-audience rejection story in relation to the relationship between Ringwald and Duckie in 'Pretty in Pink'. I guess it coulda occurred in both, but you think they'd have learned their lesson after the first. I might be wrong, but I think my version is the correct telling.

Whenever I watch Vice, I always think to myself: "This is an interesting subject, and I admire their willingness to tread dangerous ground, but I sure do wish these fellas were better journalists."

Shout out Dario Cueto.

Many years ago, while at the Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago, I saw a work entitled 'Fragment of a Crucifixion (after Francis Bacon)' by the artist Paul Pfeiffer. The work consisted of a 2"x2" endlessly looped projection of Charlotte Hornets star Larry 'Grandmama' Johnson in a stunning post-dunk rage, which I can…

"Look, that room is dead to me now. How about we make the living room the new kitchen?"

Apparently before Grandaddy left us, they wrote some poems. Wrote them for no one. But they guess they'll show them. Here's some of their poems.

Last week Raw was aces. This week Raw was shitty, outside of Dr. Woods' hair-do. I'd include KO v. Cesaro in the positive column, but I feel as though they are wasting those dudes' interactions. They should be fighting for something tangible.

Admittedly, so do I, but I would never be so stupid as to post that information in a publicly accessible forum.

Brotherdudejack, that kinda abhorrent racial stereotyping mighta flown back in the Ole Anderson inflicted wrestling world of yesteryore, but no longer. It's a New Day! Yes it is!

I don't know how far into a shows run a character needs to first appear in order to qualify, and I don't want to make a habit of harping on about the virtues of M.A.S.H., but I uniformly preferred the replacement cast members on that program to those whom they replaced.

Lord Frederick's happy idiot nodding in agreement following the 'yummy vaginas' line was a golden moment.

Colonel Sherman T. Potter. A man of decency and honor. Always made an effort to do the right thing and be the right way. Old school wisdom but unafraid to adapt to changing circumstance. Truly a gentleman for all seasons.

Bunk. I think, in this tumultous time, that we as as nation should concentrate on what is truly important: my viewing habits.

Personally, I loved those cans.

Word has it that he will be present for Raw tonite at the very least. So some sort of explanation is surely forthcoming.

Jon Stewart is in too deep to just walk away now. May this be only the beginning of the continuing involvement of Stew-Beef in the WWE Universe. Please, please, please let me get what I want.