Candlebox still exists. That’s the joke.
You can only get so much mileage out of an INSANE FACE MADE OF RUBBER AND SUNSHINE.
Stout. Stout. Pour it all out. These are the brews I can’t live without.
Do you think Stephen King would be angry to hear me refer to this as “like a Stephen King novel, only smarter”?
Any album with a track called “If I Had A Dog” is OK in my books.
I wish this album were super boring, because then I could make a joke like “Gore? More like Bore!” But it’s not boring. Just disappointing.
I once owned a cape, and my friends made fun of me for wearing it. Deservedly so.
In which the unthinkable happens: I defend Hamilton and slag Toronto a little.
The “e” on “towne” makes it an old-timey, all-American waste of fossil fuels and exploited Columbian workforce!
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