Does it really make it that hard? Is the greater number of shitty games impeding you from finding good ones? Why does this line of reasoning not get applied to Hollywood? Are rhetorical questions posed as arguments annoying?

But would you call yourself just a Civil Rights Ally? That seems sillily semantic.

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I have a sudden craving for some tip juice. Please top off my monogrammed thermos and I'll take it to go.

I respect all of youse guys' taste, dietary, and religiously-dietary restrictions, but that doesn't stop me from feeling so sorry for you. (not that you need or care for it)

Anyone who gets this worked up over something that happens twice a year and zeroes itself out needs to reevaluate their life.

Most of the douchebags complaining here act like they've never wanted to play with an infinite set of (non-licensed) LEGOs.

Thanks for sharing! I'm in that category of dry+sans. This is almost as revelatory as when I learned what my photic sneeze was.

What kind of godforsaken heathen brushes before flossing? The kind that sees white/gold, that's what.

That sneaky Branagh is in *everything*!

But an egg mcmuffin still has meat (Canadian bacon) on it?

Actually a bit surprised to see the fuck diamonds top comment so far down, but it is a sucker's game. Wife and I said fuck diamonds almost 15 years ago and we've never been happier. We just went with simple identical gold bands.

"they are roughly equivalent establishments"

Damn, what's with the Abbys? I had one shoot me down too, but truth be told, she let me down relatively easy.

Yes. Fuck dibs. Chicagoan for 30+ years and out in the suburbs now. Glad I don't have to deal with it on a regular basis any longer. But I can't say I never felt guilty about pulling into a spot I didn't shovel out myself.

Total BS. I'm here reading lifehacker and OH MY GOD IT'S ALREADY 3?!?!

So brilliant, and so using it.

You know what you can do with that broad brush of yours?

Me and a bunch of high-school buddies all got jobs pushing wheelchairs one pre-9/11 summer at one of the world's busiest airports. Between meals and transportation, not to mention slacker-ass smoke breaks and lack of hustle, some days you'd go home in the red. It's gotta be a lot worse these days, and god forbid…