Surely a truly playful world has no room for any marriages whatsoever, unless watching your savings be thrown recklessly at lace and flowers has now become a game. :(
Surely a truly playful world has no room for any marriages whatsoever, unless watching your savings be thrown recklessly at lace and flowers has now become a game. :(
Don Procopio, probably.
Preferably somewhere far far away. Armenia, perhaps.
Cher's hip-hop credentials are deep enough, I guess. Where would Kanye be without Cher popularising deliberately autotuned vocals?
Bleurgh. Someone better tell him to button his fucking shirt around them kids.
"From Here to Eternity".
"Rock and Rock Part 2" is really just the instrumental version of "Rock and Roll Part 1".
No "Europa and the Pirate Twins" and "Eastern Bloc" by Thomas Dolby? Along with the Bowie songs listed, it was what I immediately thought of when I read the title.
Only and Danzig are really starting to strike me as real-life Krusties the Clown(s).
I'll be honest, I haven't seen him in much. But to be blunt with the fella, he's not really my ogling type.
How come this thing keeps going but Happy Endings got the Old Yeller treatment? The US viewing public confuses and disturbs me.
Beefish.
Post me one. I'll send you a stamped, addressed envelope.
We don't have taco bells here. Am I missing out? I should probably add that I have an iron stomach and zero dignity.
It sounds like a terrible idea apart from the bit about Anna Kendrick being in it.
Not a Nirvana fan, can happily listen to Pearl Jam or Soundgarden, but Alice in Chains are the one band from that grunge scene that I truly dig.
I was going to suggest they be bought and posted to someone in an attempt to repeat their prior success but right now I actually can't think of anyone in the music biz I could really muster "hate" towards. Maybe them One Direction kids? I dunno.
You know what would be great? Not this.
I can get not knowing too much about World War 2, but that a grown woman on a pop-culture-review site isn't familiar with OMD's "Enola Gay" at the very least is both frightening and confusing to me.
Pick up the new Ikea catalogue, man. It's a revelation.