Fair enough. I get up to Boston so seldom, lamentably, that I have to soak up as much of it as I can while I'm there.

Fair enough.

They've got CHW up on Soundcloud and linked at the Rolling Stone write-up. It sounds phenomenal.

Stayin' alive till October!

The Boston show? I went. It was madness. I got hammered and roamed the streets of Boston like Shirtless Mike Napoli.

Dude, I've been to clubs more times than I can fucking count. What's up your ass?

You speak the truth, Statler-Brother-with-a-Mustache

Which is why I never really cared, since my odds of getting laid probably go down once you see me dance.

Them's fightin' words, Walrus! *breaks bottle against bar*

I have been going to clubs to lean against the bar and drink beer since I was 20. And if I'm dragged to a club now, I do the same damned thing.

This presupposes you think there's a chance that Caitlyn Jenner could conceivably win this seat were she to run for it. Which, again, strikes me as a stretch.

That movie taught me the wrong way to eat a banana.

The first - and still best - time I ever smoked it was out of a gravity bong full of ice that was made out of 2- and 3-liter soda bottles cut apart and nested together. The bowl was a few layers of foil with holes punched in it.

I just put that bud 'tween my cheek and gum and riiiide.

Forgive me, but I'm going to file this under "Shit I'll Worry About When I Have To, Which is Probably Never, Since I Don't Live In California" and go do something - anything? - marginally more productive.

After Last Season has to have been some sort of money-laundering scheme, right? I mean, no one could possibly have thought that was an actual movie.

I heard about it on QI a few years ago, but there are a bunch of articles around if you'd care to Google. Basically, airlines don't need to introduce fresh air from outside anymore, so there are all sorts of odorless nasties floating around in the cabin air. Or so I've heard, at least. All I know is that the air has…

I guess I should be happy that I don't believe I've ever heard that song. It apparently has some sort of mystical power.

Oh, GO high. I thought she said GET high.

Oh, well, shit, then, may they fur on with their bad selves. Long as no one's shitting in a box by choice, I'm fine with it.