John Dickshot's nickname was "Ugly?" Why that's the most John Dickshot-y thing of all time. Was he a Garbage Pail Kid?
Also, Vida Blue.
Indianapolis is so remarkably average, could you please just bump our ranking down to 15.5? We prefer our mediocrity to be MATHEMATICALLY PRECISE.
That bearded, twitchy gent running the show last night was fucking FIERCE. Who was that?
Is that a double-penetration movie on your arm or are you just happy to see me?
This is one of those ideas that will just TAKE OFF in Japan.
As Jesus often said, "Tough shit, you lousy layabouts." [Deuteronomy 28:14]
Angst ... the healthy, ALL-NATURAL sentence-polisher? Well I'lllllll be. (So long, ether!!!)
Melancholy-scrubbing begs to differ. (The secret ingredient is despair!!!)
The road to Crazyladytown is paved with toffey brickle. And davenports.
If you play that song in reverse, it's actually Gordon Lightfoot's "Sundown."