In Jamaica, those whuppin’ sticks are called Bull Pissers, pronounced “Booooooooll pissaaaaaaahs,” and a LOT of folks who grew up there can tell you stories about how painful they are, and how terrified the thought of getting whupped by them was.

Yup, that’s a Filipino dad, all right. Thing is, he very well might not have been doing an ethnic version of dad-who-just-happens-to-be-cleaning-his-shotgun-when-you-arrive-to-pick-up-his-daughter; Filipino dudes just love them some blades. The Phillipines spent hundreds of years under the rule of three different…

B-but I have tickets to see the Gotham Rogues play the Metropolis Sharks in the Luthor Bowl this weekend!

I will not submit to your demands, patent troll! I’m not giving you one single cent! I will fight you with every fibre of my being!

No, no, no, wait a minute. That infringes on my patent for “a communications tool”, wherein I outline my plans to make some object out of matter that can be used to communicate ideas to some second or third party of an indeterminate nature.

Speaking as someone who had a very brief part in the Iran-Contra scandal...

Blanka player from SFII’s debut in 1991 here. It’s amusing to me that he’s considered a troll character nowadays, since it was always the “pretty boys” (Ken, Ryu, Guile) who spammed balls and booms, waiting to punish your mistakes with monotonous dragon punches. It’s good to see the big green fuzzball getting a…

I see what you mean, but a yappy chihuahua that ate a bottle of Adderall and then found out it won the lottery would still be more toned-down than Torch.

[...]restless and grumpy Celtics fans were pinned in their seats all the way to the bitter end.

Is “Bradley Brownell” another identity of Jason Torchinsky? Kind of like Calvin also being “Spaceman Spiff?”

In my youth, my dad and I used to go watch kung-fu movies at the theaters in the Dominguez Hills mall, in Carson, CA. The demographics of Carson were, and still are, pretty damn eclectic, with high percentages of African Americans, Samoans, and Filipinos.

I bet it was! I can’t really shake the underlying belief that the man is always at 100% maximum Blessed-ness, no matter where he is or what he’s doing. Like, the man walks into a room for his thrice-daily steak supper, or his granddaughter’s music recital, or a high-stakes game of baccarat, or his biannual prostate…

Oh, shit. I’m an idiot. Your GIF didn’t play for me, so I never saw the “you” or the “joke or reference.” Just a weird phrenology head.

Psst! Tell Joseph Roberts! The closest I came to any homonym of the word “peeked/peaked/piqued” was when I mentioned Twin Peaks.

Whoa, that’s good, real good. It’s so good that I can’t bring myself to deduct any points for not invoking God, addressing the reader as “Dearest One,” or mentioning that somebody at a ministry was recently “sacked.”

Where would Sean fall on this list?

Hey now, maybe his IRL surname is “Scientist,” which would put him in that special category of people whose names provide legit (though unearned) benefits—you know, the way that Judge Rhineholt could always get a table at fancy restaurants.

That’s actor Russ Tamblyn (whose career has taken him from 7 Brides for 7 Brothers to War of the Gargantuas), as Dr. Lawrence Jacoby, from the first run of David Lynch’s Twin Peaks. Jacoby’s a fairly cuckoo psychiatrist who fell (platonically?) for the girl whose murder kicks off the whole series.

Holy shit, you aren’t kidding. That recap is astounding—really, really good. My biggest takeaway from it is probably how great a refereeing job Steratore and his crew did. I realized 3/4 of the way through the game itself that I was watching the best-refereed Super Bowl in my memory, but the Mic’d-up recap really…

Is there anything the GOP can’t twist to blame on basic human decency?