Where oh where has my little gum gone?
EDITORS NOTE: OH HE'S BACK, THANKS BE TO JEBUS
Roebucks man, where you at?
Where will I get my shirtless pictures of Kevin Federline or links to streaming audio of un-ironically retro bands who are one keytar away from crossing over from Joy Division to the land of Kajagoogoo?
I'm aimlessly adrift on this oceanic deluge of digital information and without the brilliant beacon of Stereogum I might never again find the shore lined with the flotsam contents of Hillary Duffs purse or the jetsam cover Hilton sisters.
Just kidding -- but isn't it fun to pretend that blogs are important, useful or mildly entertaining?
I drink water 20 gallons a pop and I can throw a Volkswagen a whole half block (he can do it too)