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The bandmates of both Cuccaro and Smith shall have their longstanding permission to “crash on the couch” revoked no later than the day of divorce.

Don’t you dare be soothed into chorale complacency by our initial thin delivery and ambiguous harmonies.

I’m the worst, aren’t I? I was so adamant it was, like, the only thing I wanted for Christmas.

What’s the point of listening to obscure music if no one knows your doing it?

I know, it’s fucked up. And I do not envy whoever has to go toe-to-toe with that buffalo of a man.

When people told me they thought this song was about sexual relations, this corn-shuckin’ country boy was shocked.

Bruce: With this very unpleasin' sneezin' and wheezin, she’s revved up like a deuce. Me: Layman’s terms? Bruce: It’s totaled.

"Fearless" -- You see the glass as half-full, not half-empty. That includes the glass of tea which you brought to Lady Ashby the day she died.

I just happen to like the smooth sound of “Michael Jordackson.” It’s got a nice ring to it.

Choose a ringtone that’s right for you, your lifestyle, and your tolerance for the incessant cacophony of crickets inside your head jar.

Leadeth these people past the still waters and into a heavenly double-time breakdown. Let the angels proclaim the glory of that sick beat.

I Got You Babe (And By “You” I Mean Rude Comments on Your TikTok)