Virtual Flaneurism

I was doing piss-ups for years before Tosh's flabby arms squabbled their way out of his mother's catacombs of a womb.

Well, put this at the top of the list of "Things Giving Me Nightmares Tonight".

I. LOVE. JOBY.

I worry that my appreciation for this song is emblematic of the bad side of my music taste.

This song came on the radio while I was in the car the other day, and it has been stuck in my head ever sense. God damn Bobby Brown.

From Miss Eliza:

This would be funnier if the text read "TAYL".

This music video is generic schloop, but I like the song.

This may perhaps be the last Christmas-related post of the year! May the boring, holiday-less and frigid first quarter of the year commence.

The problem with this invention is not the execution, but the fact that it denies me the opportunity to squash the hell out of the damn spider.

I don't want this for Christmas, I need this for Christmas.