That this article shares space with "Dudes! DUDES. *I found a better Cheeeeetooooooo*" I think demonstrates the wonder and horror that is the Internet.

@rxe7en: A-ffirmative!

Nice. To truly be a Frank Miller parody though, it needs more whores.

@TemporalOutLaw: That's Greg Land - king of the crappy tabloid trace sketch.

@ispq: That was a great bit of work in Ult FF. Was a satisfying answer to the inevitable "What if Reed went completely amoral?" (not Evil, mind you, more...Chaotic Neutral).

By Odin! What doth it MEEEEAAAAAAAN?!

@BergenCountyJC is rocking in the free world: Female Dinosaur Routers.

@diverguy: I keep this on me, just in case of emergencies.

@retrac: And, really, what bullet-based problem *can't* be solved with more bullets!

@Oroka: It was pretty hilarious when paired w/ the music.

@Aklost: Don't you see? The cock stones! The cock stones start it all! They are our downfall!

@Duuuuuuude: Oh yeah - he got everything done. Sucks to be him.

*mustnotplaceorderbasedsolelyon...*

@dairydead: It's slimming.

@Brianfowler713: That's an easy one, he's "Turning Off the Draken"

@Rav Gar: Actually, you just need a fiberglass boat.

@sandwiches: ...and his panties exposed to the Krauts.

The drone, desperate for a change of scenery, accessed the Directorate's virtual environment and conjured a sky of delicate blue, easing his tortured senses as he patrolled sodden, iron-grey skies.

I preferred the original script, much more nuanced...

I'm going to hear "What, What, What, What?" in my dreams tonight.