I was confused by how this commercial happened, but everything slid into place when Paul arched his back like a sexcat and sprinkled invisibility powder on himself. Folgers clearly asked Paul Stanley what he thought was cool, and then said “Fuck it. Today is your day, Mr. Stanley.”
My two rock crushes in a relationship? I’m trying to picture it, but it’s like gazing directly into the sun. My mother always said I’d go blind this way.
Just a quick note: 5:The Gray Chapter’s not really “comically titled, ” since this is their first album released since the bassist and founding member, Paul Gray, passed away.
“I’m just very glad that Riff Raff is famous,” is what I say at every thanksgiving. Knowing about Riff Raff is basically for me what football is to you, uncle Steve.
That’s the blood rushing to your eyes, trying to make sense of the imagery. “Is this the 80s?” your eyes are asking, “Did Taylor Swift conquer time??”
Speaking of which, you guys, what’s up with Topher Grace?
Can we make this a recurring column? “How Does Jack White’s Body Language and Facial Expression Reflect, Maybe, his Current Relationship with Baseball Today”?
Strong contender for dirtiest-dan headline of the year.
I wonder how often Killer Mike has to negotiate the peoples’ disappointment in realizing he is not Moneymaker Mike. Pretty dang often, I bet.
Every time I watch Lotus Flower, I briefly wish bowlers would come back. Then desperately backpedal as I remember what happened when fedoras “came back.”