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Seriously--not a joke. My neighbors are clearly having crazed, loud Bin-Laden-is-dead sex. SERIOUSLY.
Snarky "first world problem!" tweeter, you have busted me. By "my FB wall isn't functioning," what I meant was "world hunger is irrelevant."
1994: Yauch storms the podium at the VMAs, doesn't get thrown off as fast as he thought, and blurts, "Um...and Star Wars was my idea!"
In our culture, the only acceptable response to, "How's everybody doing?" is "Whoooo!"
Shmancy party. Me: So you must be the Black Guy. Friend: Yeah. There's another, but we stay apart so nobody thinks it's a revolution.
I mostly write three kinds of songs: gangadanks, chooglers, and plucky-arpies.
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That Jesus-is-the-reason-for-the-season thing? Untrue. It's a pagan solstice festival rejiggered for Christianity by the Romans.
Raymond Chandler started writing at 44, after getting fired for drunkenness. My generational compatriots, don't you DARE sob over your age.
I wrote a piece for @slate, presenting thorough evidence that Beyoncé was NOT lip-syncing: http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/culturebox/2013/01/beyonce_lip_syncing_at_the_inauguration_musician_mike_doughty_says_she_was.html?utm_source=tw&utm_medium=sm&utm_campaign=button_chunky … via @slate
The ukelele is now officially a plague.
I just wasn't expecting Yauch to go. Famous people die, but rarely is it stunning to suddenly live in a world without him. So sad.
You're a Licensed Notary Public, Charlie Brown #RejectedPeanutsSpecials
If indeed "Life Is a Highway", let's consider riding it more than all night long.
Soul Coughing fans note: the real-life Janine is texting me exultant texts about that touchdown call.
I'm a bot run by marketing consultants; they don't really realize what Twitter's good for, so it's mostly tour dates, and links to TLDR interviews.