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grognak the barbarian
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That's what you get for having legs.

They call you…Mr. Glass.

"Song for the Dumped" by Ben Folds has gotta be it, just all the frustration on wasted time, wasted money, and most importantly, give me back my favorite shirts you stole, you skeez!

He's actually an Aes Sedai.

So, since I don't know anything about rap, when you read Anansi Boys or American Gods, do you picture Falvor Flav as mr. Nancy? I do.

yeah, hate on those guys who have something to add to my enjoyment of the site! Boo! Boo funny well-informed commenters!

shut up shut up shut up. Every single one of your posts starts with "I'm sick of…" No one gives a shit. We're all sick of something, but you're staring to sound like Lewis Black and Jerry Seinfeld had an unfunny baby. "Didja ever notice what I hate?"

Herp, I'm really enjoying this reactionary beat poetry today.

I saw that speech for the first time *last night!* as I was catching up on breaking bad, and I was thinking how Jonathan Banks easily steals scenes from the Great Cranstoni, and how absolutely blown away I was. He's a frigging marvel, and I really hope this leads to more spotlight roles.

He looks like Carmen Sandiego's primary color brother.

The "cellar door" thing was Sylvia Plath or one of those pre-emo wristcutters, on being asked what the most evocative phrase in the english language was.

"Get on the fucking ark, you heathen cocksuckers!"

just thinking about the pickles makes me a little tingly.

*Fart noise*

That…pretty much covers everything. Except Hitler wasn't realy into non-classical music. or women. But the Mel Gibson part is dead on.

"do you have any regrets?"
"No. Well, maybe Garfield."

I'll be seeing the end of Season 3 of Breaking Bad tonight when I get home from work. I'll be the white guy in my house, if anyone wants to get a drink. No posts tomorrow, I'll be too tired.

yeah, it's bizarre how desperately juries laugh when someone makes even a small joke. I've heard more natural laughter at funerals. Apparently boredom is worse than grief.

The Balrog of Moria, amidoingthisrite, bras?

only if you're the god Om.