I don't know - I mean, things are different, obviously, but Nirvana was the second-biggest band on the planet when they did theirs. And she would be good. She can really sing. That Tony Bennett record wasn't bad at all.

That's fucking phenomenal.

And the migration begins.

I'd follow that DJ around.

Ament said in one of the oral histories that he was dating a girl who made hats at the time. Not that that excuses it.

Juggalos strike me as people who are banding together and carving identities and lives out of a society that would just as soon see them all vanish. I've never listened to a minute of ICP, but I'm Team Juggalo all the way.

LOVELY SPAAAAAAAAM

You know, it probably would come down to the seasoning. (And over easy, of course. Do you think I'm mad?)

Where the hell were you when I was sitting down to my breakfast of sausage, sausage, sausage, sausage, egg, sausage, sausage, baked beans, sausage and egg?

I saw the trailer and literally just thought, "Okay, not for me."

London Andrews. She's more of a glamour model, though. But she's incredibly cool and smart and really, really attractive.

SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH

I sort of want to know what those are. But I also really, really don't.

P.S. I am not a crackpot.

Jesus, kid, do I have to do everything?

Got me, man. I like scrubs.

Oh, what the hell. Grab a q-tip.

(Baulderstone drops three hard drives on the table.)
"Start there."

Some things a boy just has to learn for himself.

Anticipation, I guess? Imagining, like, what's happening at the juncture of the legs? Damned if I know.