Lotsa Harbaugh For You Dave

Enjoy your de facto national holiday this weekend, bastards.

Don't Worry ...

Happy BirthJay!

Once. Again.

We saw the touring Broadway version of this last night. Forgot what a great story it is. If you've seen it, see it again. If you haven't, well, you know what to do. 

New Fap Fap Fap Hold Fap Fap Fap Steady Fap Fap Fap!

Teeth Dreams will be out March 25 according to Rolling Stoned.
First Single: I Hope This Whole Thing Didn't Frighten You

Two Men Enter, One Man Leaves

After you.

Shit

"And that's why I can make a radio out of a coconut, and not fix a hole in a boat."

- Russell Johnson, on the Professor having a degree from M.I.T.
You, sitting there: describe how Gilligan's Island shaped who you are today.

I Heart Brando.

Another in the series Dick Cavett interviews an oversized genius.

Friday!

Have a good weekend, Bastards!  I'm in Little Rock all next week!  Kill me!

Dave You Moved There On Purpose Right?

This was actually compiled with real data.

The Sound of No Hands Clapping

Neil Young was just a few bars into an indignant old song at Carnegie Hall on Monday night... when he abruptly threw the emergency brake.
“Wrong!” he barked, waving one hand, as if to cut off a rehearsal band. Part of the audience had started clapping to the beat — but not quite on the beat, as Mr. Young complained...
“It’s something that you probably don’t know,” he said, peering into the house from the stage, “but there’s a hell of a distance between you and me.”
At face value, that was an acoustical observation, a remark about natural reverb from somebody who has made a lifelong study of it. But it was also an assertion of order, and, on some level, a formal rebuke.

I love Neil.

Champions!

I died a thousand deaths watching that game.

Joe, You Got Your Lucky G-String On?

If not, you will be held to account when FSU loses!

Seriously, good luck in the make-believe national championship.

The Best Card Trick You'll See All Day

I'm Speechless