Zack: Man, James Hetfield has one hell of a shiner. It looks like he took one in the face at the batting cage. Maybe this tattoo originally had Cliff Burton's face and this dude is going around killing members of Metallica so he can replace their tattoo with a tombstone. I think there was an episode of The Twilight Zone like that.
Dr. Thorpe: I think I automatically hate anyone who likes Metallica enough to get this tattoo. I don't care if he spends all his free time working his ass off and direct-depositing his paychecks in my bank account. I don't care if he's the only one testifying on my behalf when I've been falsely accused of murder. I don't care if he comes over and installs mink siding on my house for free. He's still going to be my enemy.
Zack: Think about my scenario though. This tattoo is like a list of who he is going to kill. He HATES Metallica and they're going to pay for some vague injustice in the past. Like Loaded and Reloaded.
Dr. Thorpe: I guess that makes it a little better, but a twisted obsession with Metallica is still too much involvement with Metallica for me to swallow.
Zack: I'm not suggesting we be this guy's friend. But we can certainly respect his brand of dementia. More people need to develop mental illnesses that cause them to stalk and kill Metallica.
Dr. Thorpe: I wouldn't call that an illness, exactly.
Zack: Personality quirk?
Dr. Thorpe: I think not wanting to kill Metallica could be considered a personality quirk.
Zack:Well sure, who doesn't want to slice Lars Ulrich in half with a sickle? But fantasizing about it is one thing, devoting your life and most of the skin on your back to your crusade against Metallica goes beyond healthy hatred of Metallica.
Dr. Thorpe: Caller: "I met this girl, she's okay I guess... I mean, she's pretty great, but she doesn't have any desire to kill Metallica. She doesn't like them or anything, she just doesn't want to kill them."
Dr. Drew: "Was she abused as a child?"
Zack: Adam: "Sounds like my last girlfriend, hahaha."
Dr. Thorpe: No, Adam's not here, he's taking his fortieth piss of the night.
Zack: Is that what they're calling his show on Comedy Central? My TV did seem to emit the stench of ammonia when the Daily Show ended.
Dr. Thorpe: That might be the chip installed in your TV by the evil cabal of conservatives who run the nation that releases chlorine gas into the air whenever anyone watches the Daily Show.
Zack: Oh, that explains the ulcerated lungs.
We're not going to solve gun massacres with bad manners, people.
The guns are gone. Now what happens to all those paper targets? Don't tell me you forgot about the paper targets. The ones hanging from little clips on fancy clotheslines at shooting ranges. With no guns to destroy these legions of paper bastards, they go unchecked.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!
Fashion SWAT... the fashion industry is obsessed with impracticality. We know that what designers create was never meant to be worn by the grimy masses, but that doesn't somehow diminish how ridiculous many of these costumes are. Make no mistake, they are costumes, and like a Halloween prize pageant we will turn our discerning gaze on the grievous fashion misfires of Paris, Milan, and New York. We're not pulling any punches, and we're definitely not interested in making any friends. We're Joan Rivers without Melissa Rivers to temper our screeching. We're the Fashion Police in jack boots. We are Fashion SWAT.