When In Doubt, Ingest Carbs.

Lou's Such An Old Punk He Was Around When The Ramones Were Junkie Hustlers First And Musicians Second, When Punk Meant Something Other Than A Mass-marketing Concept Designed To Help The Bridge-and-tunnel Crowd Feel Cool.

Who Else Would Find Me At Just This Moment? First He Found Me Drunk, Now He Found Me Cleaning Up Poo From A Barking Pony Who Was About To Go Into Attack Mode.

So He's Worth A Second Shot? The More Apt Question, My Dear, Is: Are You?

The Complexity Embedded In The Different Levels Of Meaning That Go Along With The Words "i Love You" Ought To Be A Whole Mindfuck Of A Video Game

This Must Be Part Of Mother Nature's Master Plan—making These Boys So Irresistibly Cute, In Such A Naughty Way, That The Purity Of Their Intentions Becomes Irrelevant.