There are a few things I hold dear to my little black heart – my husband and family, the USA and the Pixies. I have nerded out to them so hard and for so long , specifically since 1989 at Dodger Stadium. I was 13 years old and Pixies were opening for the Cure. It was the first time I’d heard the song “Gigantic” and it has been my favorite song ever since (that and the Clash’s “Rock the Casbah”).
They are performing the entire Dolittle album to celebrate its 20th anniversary and I’m practically puking on myself out of excitement. They are so fantastic and sadly never got to reap the rewards of being so talented because they broke up too soon – they hated each other and Kim Deal had a small heroin problem… But I’ve listened to every album of theirs countless times and can’t seem to tire of any of it. I’m not sure that’s something to be proud of – having the same music taste at 30 that you did at 13. It’s not like I don’t listen to any other music, but it’s just that Pixies are the SHIT, SON!
This is hands down my favorite documentary. It was the first film Todd Phillips directed about the lunatic punker GG Allin who died in 1994 from a heroin overdose. The absurdity of everyone’s behavior in this film makes this seem like a parody of a punk band documentary, like Spinal Tap. Oh no, my sweet lambs, this is real. Very real. Very disturbing and highly amusing. Highlights of this film include: While performing at a local college, GG peels and shoves a banana in his rectum; in the opening here the naked drummer explains why he drums naked.
Who are these disgusting inbred hillbilly Creationists making too many children? They are crucifying Octomom in the media, but where is the outrage for the randy jesusfreaks? Animal Services makes it illegal to have more than 6 cats at once. How is it legal or even ethical to have a grotesque litter of children in this day and age?
P.S. can we please give this lady below her own reality show. Seriously, the best part of “Hoarders” are the kookieshoes cat ladies. Just make the whole show about them. The TV show should be called “Guess What This Woman’s Apartment Smells Like.”
This poor brood mare of woman, or Mrs. Duggar, has to pump out every one of Jim-Bob’s filthy ejaculations in the form of a new child because they don’t believe in rubbers. I understand the utility of having 18 kids in the old timey days when you had to work the land and there were dust bowls and Rose of Sharn had to breast feed the old man to keep him alive. But this is just depressing. Imagine how much it would suck to grow up with this family… The older kids have to take care of the younger ones. Imagine being a 9 year-old and instead of playing video games like a normal kid, you’re changing shitty diapers all day. All your clothes are all homemade and lame. You’re not allowed to watch any cool TV shows or listen to normal music. They can’t date or go to school dances, oh wait, they’re home schooled tooo!!!! Oh and they make their own soap!!!! Oh God I hate these counter culture freaks!
Ewwww and the eldest child just got married and had his first kiss at his wedding in front of his family. Yes, he had his first REAL KISS in front of his entire family!!! So totally gross. Now he’s pumping out more kids who will never see an episode of the “Real World” or a re-run of the “A-Team”. It’s un-American.
Ooooohhhh we only do it when I ovulate.
Who does Jim Bob’s face remind you of? YES Ted Haggard! I don’t trust these two.
I can’t wait for the episode where Jim Bob sneaks off to get a handy from some lot lizard. For the season finale, they should cut his balls off.
This is the best video. I like how at about 2:00 in, you see dudes taking pictures of him laughing. Hey, if the Indians aren’t uptight about Romeo, neither am I. This song is a jam, too. His whole crazy rap at the end is scary though.
So I did the famous “Bob and Tom” show today and was so nervous this morning because they are like radio royalty. It was my first time with them, but my husband Tom Segura had done the show before and raved about them. I woke up naturally at like 6am in a total lather. Keep in mind, I get anxiety just checking the mailbox or listening to voice mail, so doing radio can induce fits of bowel torture. But I did my usual pre-game warm-up which is just sit down very still and panic quietly. After I did that for an hour and a half, I was ready to rumble!
I got to meet Tammy Pescatelli, who is the sweetest lamb of all and so talented and funny. She made me feel at ease instantly and my friend Michael Kosta who I knew from LA was already there.
I really liked Bob and Tom. They’re very low key and rational and that’s such a relief. Nothing worse than having some high energy toolbag at 6am trying to get you to do cartwheels and shucky ducky it up. Kristi was super nice and Chick was too. All around aces and a good time. The picture they used of me is like almost ten years old. I’m way fatter now but hey, I’m a comic not a model so that gives me license not to give a shit about my weight.
Ok, time to get ready for the show. I should take a shower today at some point.
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