Have to tip my hat to any song about the crucifixion with a "fuck" word in it.
Hearing this song the day after the Grammys is like chasing a flat Mountain Dew with a million-dollar shot of tequila.
Oh, we still have Kelly's good-bye post! Never mind!
Thanks, guys. It will be weird to absent-mindedly click my Videogum button over the next few days and remember that it's no more. But I'm glad I'm here with you all now, at the end of all things.
Only through history's lens do we learn that the long overdue email in the 11:30-12:30 spot was the one telling her celebrity friends to never talk to Vanity Fair.
Topher Grace can't be cereous.
Cakeordeath, remember when we met? It's emblazoned on my heart.


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