It was one of those fancy jukeboxes, you know, with the touch screens. They don't have everything but nine times out of ten you should be able to find what you're looking for. I was disappointed they didn't have any Pygmy Lush. The best part was that the bartenders, who are my age, were like "Who the **** is playing Swans? That is awesome."

I am awesome.

I spread Pygmy Lush through plug, and now everyone likes them. My job is now complete.

Truth. Good on you.

I saw a flock of about 30 fat dudes sprinting down the road as fast as they can today. Is the McRib back or something?

Sounds like a... Heap of Trouble. *grins*

I was at a bar with some music illiterate juggalos a few years ago and played "Computer Love" on the jukebox. It didn't go over well.

Naw we usually camp out the night before they drop. Nothin better than a 6 am McRib

Umm helloooo shamrock shakes are here



Minor car wreck this mornin due to black ice but my huge sac acted as a airbag to prevent my death. Fate will not kill me #striveforglory

I'd rather have an unanesthatised tonsillectomy.

Said the fat man

Two drinks if Paul calls himself fat or bald.