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Bill’s wife Shelley or someone had turned on one of those Pottery Barn holiday CDs in the living room, and some rich people were “getting loose,” inasmuch as there were basically quotation marks surrounding everyone on the dance floor, metaphorically speaking. Women in thin white sweaters and tall leather boots with spiky heels were physically moving around on top of the cream colored carpet in ways that said, “Sex with me will be a painfully one-sided, seven thousand pound letdown after a long, horrible night of lying to yourself.” One particularly wild woman had taken her shoes off. Perhaps she had been at Woodstock, or knew how to hold an ocarina.
You stupid sucker, you.
The Flaming Lips talk about one of my favorite songs ever ever ever, “Feeling Yourself Disintegrate.” Their entirety of their oral history of The Soft Bulletin is pretty awesome.
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Um. No thank you.
I never thought about it at the time but really, what kind of asshole pizza place doesn’t cut your pizza? Is that kind of thing customary in Albuquerque?
They actually explained (I think the Wikipedia term is retconned?) this in the latest season when they ordered from the same pizza place for one of Jesse’s nonstop meth parties. Not to be all Comic Book Guy about it. Cough.
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You’d better watch out, you’d better cry. You’d better pout, I’m telling you why: North Korea’s punishing insincere mourners, according to the Daily NK.
—The Huffington Post’s oh-so-clever lede in a story containing rib-tickling zingers such as 80,000 North Koreans are being de facto murdered by their government by being sent to labor camps where 40% die of malnutrition. Go fuck yourself Huffington Post.
