somebody said ‘TV On The Radio’ and I thought ‘well yeah, that makes sense. Return to Cookie Mountain. Great album.’ But then they stuck me with Death Cab. Seriously. TOTR pulls out and they stick me with fucking Death Cab for Cutie. Fucking Lorne Michaels, man. I mean, they specifically say ‘musical guest TV On The Radio’. And now I’m here — fucking 10 skits in — listening to Ben Gibbard baby talk his wife in the dressing room next door like he actually gives two shits about She & Him. Grow some fucking balls, Gibbard. I swear I’m thisss close to calling this whole show off. Either score me a bottle of Jack or place a fucking call to Alec fucking Baldwin. Who am I? The fucking Count? You say TV on The Radio, you better deliver TV on The Radio. Fuckin amateur hour. 

Dylan McKay during his ‘wolverine’ period.

Super Du Pont’s arch nemesis is weakend consumer demand. And ethanol. Obviously.

Arm Fall Off Boy didn’t ‘cut’ it, not b/c his name lacked ‘punch’, but cuz his lil nub thing got teenage boys super horny. fucking gross if you ask me. who the fuck thought of this?? fucking perverts.

Spidey was rockin the yellow jacket til the French Doping Agency busted him for abnormal levels of radioactivity 

Sooo, Brother Voodoo… Wanna say he had a run-in with Lafayette early on and got busted 4 selling V or something… Think he’s a shapeshifting werepanther… definitely Team Bill. Prolly hooked up with Sookie in season 2, but don’t quote me on that. 

Getting his ya yas out. MSG, ‘69

kinda feel responsible for this. Dared Dream to be Robert Smith for halloween one year. he gets out his mother’s eyeliner and borrows a can of alberto V05 from one of my sister’s friends… this was back around Disintegration. ‘89 i wanna say. 

no blue balls. for a reason.

to the bat triangle!