How mike got it down to just 10, we will never know

I like how the Republicans are out of power.

The microphone, as displayed, is clearly a homage to the mighty phallus.

Oft-told tale of some reservation-bound, drunken redskin trying to outrun the cops.

For some reason that eludes me to this day, I remember most of the shows in their entirety.

“Whadda ya mean I don’t believe in God? I talk to him every day,” could be interpreted many ways…

Basically you were nothing in the Metal world until you’d played the Hammy Odeon.

He stripped black music completely of dangerous, jungle rhythms and Negro hyper-sexuality while leaving all those pleasing melodies in place…

Some would argue that Ronald Reagan’s death on June 5, 2004 was the day the air seemed that much fresher…