Deep throat....Well, that one was easy.

This is how they transport the marinara to the two Sbarros in times square.

John Hughes understood people and Chicago. He lets you breathe in the town he loves so much. He lets the frustrated talk. He shares that the strange can be so familiar. My vote is for: Breakfast Club.

Coronado II is proof that there needs be more songs named after favorite guitars.

It twas fun.

I'll be protesting at the Minnesota capitol tomorrow. Stay strong Noelle.

I put Hughes, Candy and the original writing staff of the Simpsons in this category. That small town sensibility. I had an Uncle Buck and I saw the light of his rocky life till the end. He was Uncle Jack, he lost his legs...but he could still water-ski.
You can't write Uncle Buck, you live it.

I just went to the loft after the game. The fans were rowdy and reserved. Did we lose?

But yes, this man needs to play Christ.

Fuck!!! Paul used to be number 2 for me. Especially when he released III. I got vids from Gary Numan and Stephin Merritt.

Fight? I wouldn't dare start a fight on this here platform...Johnny!

Oh, that movie wasn't a fever dream in high school.

Be warned, I am armed with...a towel.