I don’t want to be a “that guy” or anything

Also: Fuck auto-tune.

Obligatory iPhone scalper schadenfreude post:

Obligatory Turbo Teen reference, awaaaayyyy...

“You’re dumb. Fatty. You’re dumb.”

Sorry, but what a bad comeback. Too wordy, and you literally agree with me in it. Why don’t you workshop it and try again later?

So we’ve gone from “Broads, am I right?” to “Hey fatty!”?

That’s cute, acting like you have a significant other and everything...

I was coming down here to correct the “original” error, but then I saw the people who already turned up to do it, and I don’t want to be that guy anymore.

Experience is knowing that a tomato-based fruit salad is salsa.

M. Bison: I’m sorry. I don’t remember any of it.
Chun-Li: You don’t remember?!
Bison: For you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life. But for me...

“I saw a lot of b—jobs, guys having sex, guys masturbating, I really saw the whole gamut,” Marie Gelot told the Post. The whole gamut, indeed.

Yeah, I’ve got one, and I can’t imagine how anyone finds the things attractive.

English crooks on two wheels never seem to do very well.

200 people in line? Pft. Amateurs.