Standard practice to sue everyone — cast a wider net, gives you a better chance of getting the people with the money.

To prove you're a man you must wipe it with your hand.  (I came here specifically to see if anyone made this reference.  I'm bored.)

Even worse than Nikelback?

Do they have snacks at these things?  What kind of snacks?  I'll go if there are snacks.

I've taken to walking extremely heavy-footed when I'm entering a room (which, at 6'0 200 lbs I'm not exactly lithe).  She'll hear me and say "I hear you…" in an exasperated tone, but it works.  I don't really get the always being startled — we're married, we've lived together for years, who else is it going to be?

Christ on a cracker has anyone here ever been on a date?  Just ask her out, it ain't fucking rocket science.  If she says no suck it up and move on to the next one.  You're in college for chrissake.

If Twitter has taught me anything (doubtful) it's that many famous funny people who I kind of like are probably assholes.  See also: Oswalt, Patton; Kirman, Jen

I think he's funny, but following him on Twitter has made me realize I'd probably hate spending any time around him.  "I made funny jokes about how awful kids are.  Now I have kids and I'm going to pretend like I never did those jokes, and I'm also going to tell you you're terrible for not liking kids!"  "Everybody…

Same, worked in kitchens all through undergrad (all seven years of it) and never committed nor saw any food desecration.  About the worst was deliberately overcooking meat when extremely picky customers would send back a steak or something because they could see a hint of pink.  Unfortunately those types of food…

The best is when you follow some official government agency type of twitter feed, say the state highway department because sometimes they actually post useful stuff about traffic delays, and the person in charge of the twitter feed is obviously someone in her 40s or above who thinks you have to tweet everything in…

There are still people who talk about alternative music and make jokes about hip hop artists' pants being saggy so I'd say we've got another 20, 30 years of this.

But without all the hot cousin sex.

The Aristocrats!

Please tell me the trailer included a record-scratching noise when something zany happened, and "Walking on Sunshine."

Jesus fucking Christ.

I'll trade you one Brownback, slightly used.

Now I have "Clint Eastwood" stuck in my head and here's how.  Calvin Klein —> Back to the Future, Marty's 1955 name —-> Back to the Future III, Marty's 1885 name was Clint Eastwood.

Next you're going to tell me that she isn't there to make friends!

Also, the movie is providing a big financial boost to the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum, so you can feel even better about watching it.

I got into the AVClub in 2007 or so — I was in a terrible job in a terrible town and in a terrible relationship, so the distraction was welcome.  I got into a lot of great movies through this site.  The writing was top-notch and expressed things about movies I was too inarticulate to express.  The comments were…