Those posters hung on my wall from when I was 12 until I moved out from my parents' home. Nothing reminds me of being a young geek as that image I looked at from my bed for so so long. You get nostalgia from the weirdest things!

She should totally be in that documentary about Earth being at the center of the solar system.

Next thing they'll be telling us Santa ain't real either.

I wanted the rest of the bloopers to be photobombed by a unicorn in a tutu.

Yeah... If I take off sprinting now, I can feel my brain bouncing around inside my skull, so... No.

I loved and longed for the adolescent experience as depicted in the film, with sunbathed colors, nice cars, and Julia Stiles hanging about. Still am a massive fan!

They played at my school once at the time, and couldn't get through two songs before the crowd stormed the stage. A group of teachers had to carry them out! It was awesome.

Did you become super fast when those peers turned to bullying? I did, and won some meets as a result!

The world made me question my every left handed move that I could never throw or kick with any confidence with either side. So much for that athletic scholarship. On the other hand (literally), I can smudge ink all over a notebook like nobody's business.

All the stories are amazing. Whenever I felt wronged, I'd just say, "Oh yeah? Well, wait until I get in my room to introvert! That will show you!" And I'd just retreat from being around people for days. The impulse to react revengefully is so outside what my mind can wrap itself around, that I'm astounded by what…

This one is amazing. There's no blood, no fire, just a cunning deception at the right moment. And also very scary. Cheers!

The article fails to explain why the Capn' watches me in my sleep.

I have one: Women poop tiny unicorns and rainbows.

If I had arms like that, I'd scratch my own back all day. Isn't that the dream?

"Bros" make me nervous. I'm a man, and I actively avoided being around medium to large groups of other men, because shenanigans make me anxious. So I was the guy in the group who never went to the strip clubs and had to listen to the stories the next morning.

I dislike pranks too, and I've always felt weird how no one else finds the intent behind them as mean spirited at best and cruel at worst. That sounds grumpy and sort of jerk-ish, I know. I've heard it all, but I've discovered that cracking self depricating jokes and buying the next round helps to smooth things over.