Dude. #1 and #2 are lawyers.

Oh. Dude. Way to bury it. +1

Let’s just breakdown what we’re working with here.

When I become a dad, dad rock will be things like Tool, Nine Inch Nails, RATM, KORN, Third Eye Blind (hell yeah), Deftones, not that bullshit glamour “metal”. I will drive them to kindergarten every morning and they’re going to be so goddamn amped up from the music that they’ll punch a fucking hole through their…

Nothing says “My great-granddaddy owned your great-granddaddy” like a seer-sucker suit with a bow-tie and brothel creepers. Note: Seer-sucker suits are acceptable open collar or with a ascot if and only if you’ve written a best-selling novel that hints at the homo-eroticism of Southern institutions.

Ok.

Well, national anyway.

New Jersey Turnpike Rest Stop Rules:

Starred for Burn Notice.

I also had ass fat, but had not yet discovered my hatred of thongs.

Its called Occam’s lightsaber.

Big mouthy, mindless, tentacle monster is standard Hollywood ...

If you loathe the 0.01%, the too big to fail banks, wall street, and the rest of that circle and the wealth inequality and more that central banking backing up fractional reserve banking drives then you should be on Andrew Jackson’s side. 

You can beat me or hit me or coat me in flour

They sound like lyrics to a really fucked up version of “You Can Call Me Al.”

Juno is going to be fucking pissed.

Shhhhh...