watch out...New Hampshire looks like a punch bowl shitter.

I think the key is the anonymity of faqs. When you're priding yourself on overcoming challenges, it's usually in a public forum. Boasting, comparing, showing off.

I like the fact that this was prefaced with "serious question." If reading Fun Bag has taught me anything, it's that Drew is a true scholar and won't stoop to answer just any old hypothetical question about shitting out your mouth or anything.

Wisconsin is going to cheese fart the hell ouut of your livingroom. And Lousiana is going to steal your shit.

My Dad's 71 years old. If I caught him masturbating I would run out and buy him a bottle of Cristal and a 20-year old hooker to celebrate.

I know everyone takes their phones in to shit at work as a way of temporarily escaping the thought that you're still at work, but this completely appalled me: I walk into the shitter one afternoon (it's a typical set up one sink, one urinal, and one toilet in a stall) and I can hear the Cambodian guy listening to his…

In backwoods parlance, that is when the following occurs:

I magically get a cold every time I'm on the shitter. Even just coming into the bathroom I make myself known so that others may respond in kind.

"Revenge! You crossed me one too many times."

As a middle-aged man with a relatively happy house hold - nice wife, children still in the house, my life has lost a lot of its excitement. My kids are great and all - love taking the daughter out to her soccer games and even to the mall. My son, however, is a different story. Always holed up in the house, no…

I thought zombies were the new nazi's? No wait, got that wrong. Zombies were the new Communists. Silly me.

What this fellow wants is a video game in which all conflict is resolved via intense discourse.

Looks like I messed with Texas.

My brain was hacked

At the wedding I went to in New Mexico, that qualified as "semi-formal."

He really buzzkilled the dude in the green shirt. He was so happy until the N-Bomb was dropped.

Just awful. I mean, do people seriously wear button-downs with cut-off sleeves in public?

I would love to make a snarky comment. But this is just damn fine analysis. +1

better have to play Remember Me ... for the [amazing] graffitis-à-la-Banski