Shit! I’m Getting Sued by Barenaked Ladies Again
Why do Barenaked Ladies’ experienced lawyers continue sending me documents entitled “SLIP AND FALL LAWSUIT, THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOUR BAND”?
Why do Barenaked Ladies’ experienced lawyers continue sending me documents entitled “SLIP AND FALL LAWSUIT, THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOUR BAND”?
I’ve been told that the back of my head is so soft, it's like those $10 holiday blankets you get at Target.
Maybe he needs to hear it very badly for whatever marriage-related problems he’s going through. If I had to guess, of course.
And God said, “Let there be great music so none of them talk to each other,” and there was a DJ who worked in finance but DJed on the side.
Tells you in no uncertain terms that they are "NOT sleepy." Orders you to play the same song. Again.
I may be able to melt steel with my laser vision, but I can also melt faces with my dazzling clarinet solos.
I still have all 327 of your fan letters from 1997--kick-ass Lisa Frank stationary, by the way--and I’m sorry it’s taken so long to respond.
Come on, these kids only have so much grit before they get completely fatigued.
Florida resident Kevin Nick reported receipt of a package with a cryptic note reading, “Let me show you the shape of my heart.”
The bandmates of both Cuccaro and Smith shall have their longstanding permission to “crash on the couch” revoked no later than the day of divorce.
Don’t you dare be soothed into chorale complacency by our initial thin delivery and ambiguous harmonies.
I’m the worst, aren’t I? I was so adamant it was, like, the only thing I wanted for Christmas.