My carefully cultivated, tenaciously defended and mercilessly brandished hipster credentials require me to decry 99.9(repeating)% of all greatest hits collections.  However, this is that one in a gazillion exception, which only proves my point.  And the rule.  Ergo:

Shit, I might even go in for the box set when satire’s assassin retreats to Alaska after November 4th.

(via Media Empire Inc. )

[UPDATE: Even more Palinoscopy from Marshall & Co. Ltd.]

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