Hell of a handle there.

Maybe that was like the really racist section. They all bought tickets together as a package deal, so they didn’t honestly know which one of them was supposed to be ejected.

I’ve been told, and my experience bears it out, that people in the North like the idea of black people, but don’t want to live next door to them, while people in the South don’t like them as a group but don’t mind them as neighbors.

Citation: relatives in Upstate New York and Alabama.

Not to stand on a soapbox here (he says as he’s about to just that), but this is just another case of why I’ve always rolled my eyes at the “the South is so racist” comments that people make these days. There is plenty of racism in the North. I’ve lived for a good amount of time (roughly a decade or more in each) in…

In college I brought a girl back to my room and made the mistake of putting my iTunes on shuffle. Nothing like some Zeppelin to get the mood going before tearing into Pig Destroyer.

Wow, the resemblance is uncanny, however that’s the dude from Always Sunny...

I think he should have stopped about here.

Sleeper pick

Only too late did Chad realize he’d slipped the roofie into the wrong glass of soda.

The best way to handle Milo is to starve him of attention. Don’t voice outrage at his stupid statements. Don’t print interviews with him. Let him have his troll festival but stay away. Don’t have a counter protest, that just feeds the beast.

She can shoot me anytime!

That was clever and fit with what the company was at the time. Great Balls of Fire is something else entirely.

Reminder: This is the same company that named the funeral director/manager for a character called “The Undertaker” Paul Bearer.

I can’t handle this one. I’ve been watching since 1985, but still no.

I sat through five goddamned Doink The Clowns (Matt Bourne’s heel Doink was still awesome). This? No. I can’t.

I was always partial to the JC Penny catalog.

It’s kind of amazing that porn consumption essentially stayed the same for 30 odd years, then the Internet comes along and all of a sudden it’s dollar drink night in Sodom and Gomorrah.

Things adolescent boys used in the late 70s:

Puppetry of the Penis?

Do we know each other? Orlando 2002?

I used to sneakily watch the scrambled porn channel growing up. I liked to think that every once in a while, one of those blips was a nipple.

It had bare boobies. In a pre-Internet world, that was all a man really needed. Damn millennial degenerates don’t know how good they have it.