Yes, I’m Superman, but I’d Rather Talk About My New Jazz Album
I may be able to melt steel with my laser vision, but I can also melt faces with my dazzling clarinet solos.
I may be able to melt steel with my laser vision, but I can also melt faces with my dazzling clarinet solos.
I still have all 327 of your fan letters from 1997--kick-ass Lisa Frank stationary, by the way--and I’m sorry it’s taken so long to respond.
Come on, these kids only have so much grit before they get completely fatigued.
Florida resident Kevin Nick reported receipt of a package with a cryptic note reading, “Let me show you the shape of my heart.”
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.