Oh man, I still love that book. It’s the grand finale of my daughter’s bedtime routine every night and it’s guaranteed to put her to sleep every time. (Sadly, I can’t just start with that one and cut story time short – I’ve gotta go through a few others first to wind her down and then BAM Fox in Socks for the…

No, you’re thinking of that other one. This is the one where he acts like an imbecile.

I always preferred O Wa Tana Siam

I like the implication that no one reading this site could possibly have the manual dexterity to rig that up ourselves. "You might want to ask a grown-up or a less spastic friend to help you with this next part".

Heh heh, not me, that's for sure!

One of my coworkers (a Russian lady with an odd way of turning a phrase) was trying to remember his name a while ago and described him as "y'know, that guy with the sideways face" so he will always be "sideways face" to me now, even though I don't really know what it means.

@avclub-cfe912f5cb3aa572bd1c9ae2a9b82207:disqus Which one – "objectively" or "hilarious"?

My friends and I once thought it would be hilarious to get really drunk and watch Leaving Las Vegas (these were the same friends with whom I cooked up a pound of bacon and made big, fat BLTs in preparation for a viewing of Babe. Both nights ended with everybody sobbing and regretting our life choices.)

I had job before this, I had a job before this. Ultimately, it was that
job that drove me into this. I worked at an aquarium, an aquarium with
lots of money from the government so it was HUUUGGEE! I uh I was a clean
n' scrub man we called each other in the C n' S union. I scrubbed the
inside of the killerwhaletank.…

Yeah, some animals just don't seem to be cut out for zoos – I've also seen wolves who had worn a huge rut in their enclosures from pacing (granted, this was a smaller zoo/sanctuary that only housed indigenous animals that had been rescued after being hit by cars or otherwise rendered too incapacitated to survive in…

I'm the opposite. Don't really care about the show one way or the other but I'm fascinated by all this nonsense.

Seriously. I just recently got that one figured out and I consider myself a pretty good speller.

Goats are delicious in roti.

I used to have dreams like that all the time in high school and college – I read somewhere that it has to do with sexual frustration (yep, checks out) or a general feeling of powerlessness.

I didn't realize how much I wanted to hear this fictional megaband until you came up with the idea for this fictional megaband.

I think this means you need to open a Smurf-themed waterpark, pronto.

Yeah, it's like a weird variation of deja vu where things kind of double-up on you. I was convinced that I'd found the spot where I was going to die – like all these fucking dreams were leading me to this shitty polluted river (I think I was more exasperated than afraid – Really? This fucking place?) but I hoofed it…

Yeah, creeks can go take a flying fuck.

This thread is the most gluniack thing in Olive Garden history.

My wife always laughs at me for putting my set belt on to move the car ten feet (we have a one car garage + a one car driveway so there's a lot of shuffling involved if someone needs to drive the car that's in the garage).