As a corporate manager, I aspire to a communications style not unlike the high school friend& #39;s mom who spoiled him rotten because he was adopted.

Of course this friend loved Weezer and was generally intolerable.

Also cheated on her husband, a well-to-do municipal employee and mostly pleasant drunk, with this accountant mustache who kept asking me why women can& #39;t write lyrics like Bob Dylan.

Everyone involved was a gigantic asshole. Really no one better than the next. It was sad, but they had a nice beach house and pretty girls would hang around there. Oh, to be hormonal during the Iraq War.

Also: Worst. Bassist. Ever. Omg. Could barely play when he wasn& #39;t too drunk to spell his own name.

Really hope this thread took somebody for a rollercoaster, will say: high quality car wreck/people watching the entire time. That shit ran for like 8 seasons, it was like The Sopranos.