Comedy works best in 3s. When they do it again next year, it's gonna absolutely kill.

Nope. It was always Garbage.

That album (on cassette!) got passed around my freshman dorm floor to whoever happened to be “entertaining a guest.” If you heard Bryan Ferry coming out of your room, you knew it was on. You gave your buddy some space, crashing somewhere else that night. Better than a red bandana on the doorknob.

We lost one of them today: a man who, despite literally changing the world, was more interested in you than rehashing anything he had done… and insisted that you call him Jimmy. Rest easy, Mr. President. /end