But I KHAAAAAAAAAAAN not resist!

The longer my cat stays in the box the more I suspect I ought to switch her to less constipating food.

But that's how it works if you want tenure. What?! I dunno. Hmmph.

What a shock
when Spock didn't knock,
the door wouldn't lock,
my unit I failed to block,
and he saw fit to mock
my innocuous cock.

Thank you, Mr. Hands Always In Your Pockets.

Not the littlest, but the rascaliest!

Metaphorically speaking, upon this cosmic body that is our vast unfathomable universe Asteroids are a pain in the ass.

Just curious, but at the time was his hand attached to his body, or was it like in an oaken velvet lined box at a scifi convention?

Can we please just send Jerry to the farm upstate, and pay Gilbert Gottfried instead to handle all forthcoming Jerry Seinfeld related duties?

No, no, not quite. What JJ Steven's comment suggests is that the privilege of being offended by outdated discriminatory sentiments is not reserved solely for presumably historically informed, culturally savvy, progressive white baby boomers, but rather is also the purview of anyone who possesses even a modestly…

Burn 'em!

What GWEJ has achieved with this seemingly sincere response is what's know in the business as a Gallant Topper. Of course, the particular business to which I refer is back alley buggery. Hmmph.

Allow me to thoroughly breakdown what RPC is communicating with this seemingly innocuous, unironic quip. RCP is without financial resources; completely broke, broke like Betty White's hymen.

Isaac Asimov also wrote a book in which he recounts numerous ostensibly humorous anecdotes, satirical episodes and simple jokes which he's compiled from various sources, and he then proceeds to clinically analyze, deconstruct, diagram, dissect and eviscerate each one with such relentless, obsessive/compulsive…

There is exactly only one song that bridges the gap between those two songs, and it is "Tear Down the Wall" by Pink Floyd
Or maybe "Funky Cold Medina" by, you guessed it, Frank Stallone.

Ewe. Gross. Yeuch. If that happened to me I couldn't take a shower hot and long enough to wash the slime off of me. I once broke up with a girl just because she gushed about Warren Buffet, said he was one of her heroes. This was way back when he was still just the craven, soulless cartoon of a money grubbing Golem,…

I once read something somewhere about no one in a store not noticing that the CD was stuck. It's amazing how oblivious people can be.

Tony Soprano refers to it as Frickin' Weekend.

Job?! Hmmph.

You guessed it… Frank Stallone.