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CUPS 90: Trash Salad

Lester’s made a habit of weirding Sarge out in the car.

Trash Salad was really awesome back in the day. Their first album, Destructification, was, for lack of a better word, a masterpiece. Their followup, Skin Pockets, while not nearly as on-point, was still a steady and totally fine followup. But once they introduced Sexual Peeling everything went off the rails. Their lead guitarist Rexxx started dating Khloe Kardashian, there was the whole public urination scandal… They really got away from their roots. Some may say they’ve sold out. I wouldn’t say that, because I wouldn’t want to infer creative laziness on someone I don’t even know, but… It’s pretty clear that they’re not the same band, unfortunately.

CUPS 89: Serious Work

I don’t want to get all judgey here, but Norah, 8+ months pregnant, has put off what seems to be a ton of work until late evening, late in her pregnancy. I mean, that’s just a really poor use of time. Again, not trying to judge, but she deserves some judgey eyes laid on her. Do better, Norah. Do better.

CUPS 88: Work Ducks In A Row

There aren’t more than like two or three dozen names for cats out there that are better than ‘Señor Snugglehugs’. That may sound like hubris, but genius can strike anybody at any time, and I just happen to be the one that this burst of brilliance came out of this time. Let’s not focus on exactly where this name came from, let’s instead just focus on how much better this world is now that it’s out there.

CUPS 87: Head Over

For future reference: When you’re going to go to a metal concert while your pregnant wife stays at home and catches up on some work all night, just go ahead and leave a note on the counter. It’s not worth the fear of God that it will instill of you for the rest of your days.

CUPS 86: Blood Pineapple

What Sarge cuts Lester off from saying, interestingly, is that ‘Blood Pineapple’ is this really great band that does this thing where they are a really terrible band. Lester should speak in a less meandering, more direct way, because every time he gets cut off he misrepresents what he’s talking about. Like the time that he asked Norah to marry him, and he was all ‘hey, I have this thing on my foot. It’s not, like, you know, that concerning or anything, but… I don’t know, it’s been there a while. Just long enough for me to start worrying about it in the very back of my consciousness. I think I’m going to have it checked out. It doesn’t hurt per se, but I would say that it’s fairly uncomfortable most of the time. It’s also just kind of displeasing to look at. Not that I should be concerned with the aesthetics of this thing on my foot, but… Anyway, will you do me the honor?’