Maybe they could deny him entry . . .

I, myself, personally fell prey to a can of dairy-based, canned and pressurized joy. In a world gone mad, this is something to celebrate.

Not The Onion.

Name this band.

15 years ago, this would have been parody, a bangin’ SNL skit. Now, I don’t even have words to describe what it is, except Orwellian. It feels cut and pasted from 1984 and the press releases on chocolate production. What a time to be alive.