You are a special kind of stupid aren’t you?

“[A]n immature and stupid response that literally could not have ended any other way.” What an impressively succinct encapsulation of exactly the type of reflexive bootlickery Burneko denounced in his piece. And the nice thing is, you can make literally the same exact argument in favor of literally any act of defiance…

A lot of that has to do with a belief in the Just World Fallacy. When faced with injustice, we blame the victim so we feel better.

I’m sure I speak for all current parents when I say, “WHY THE F**K COULDN’T THIS HAVE BEEN INVENTED WHEN MY KIDS WERE STILL BABIES?!?!?”

You’ve never had a baby, have you.

I shall buy these and modify them with chrome spray paint dispensers so they can be rebranded as Mad Max Motor Dream cribs. “I had a baby brother! And he was perfect in every way”:

Where the fuck was that, 25 years ago, when I really needed it?!

I have a colic 6 week old I feel you pain

Five bucks says the head of Ford’s Spanish design studio is a new parent.

This is a great stopgap until self-driving cars become available. Then you’ll be able to just put your infant in there let’er go for a joyride.

Will it simulate a Mustang...?

This needs to be made. Immediately. And I don’t mean it needs to be looked at immediately, I mean I want to see this bad boy on the shelves by the end of the month.

Ashes, I need time off from sending nasty letters and organizing and soaking my feet to watch a little brainless TV. Those posters don’t make themselves, and then I want to put an ice pack on my neck and just relax a little.

Aw yiss. Dr. Horrible 2!

Nope. We’re going to catch up on the back log of shows we haven’t watched yet on Netflix and whatever.

Confession: I have never seen Dirty Dancing.

I’ve found shoes that were comfortable and aesthetically pleasing, but they generally fell apart within weeks. I found it better to just spend more money when better quality shoes were on sale when I started working at my current job some years ago.

Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o’clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a…