I’d totally patronize a coffee joint that had the Dead Kennedys in the jukebox.

It’d have to be a big jukebox.

There are few things one needs invest in during their lifetime: shelter, food, warmth, and perhaps a good clinical psychologist.

A very bizarre sequel (which, mind you, doesn’t quite pick up where the other one left off) but it is quite the humorous read.

I agree with Nick over here. It doesn’t pick up where the other one left off but it’s still very interesting to read.