Shouldn't a memoir be written when one's journey is close to an end? Or is this a sign of the times: writing your autobiography and releasing it, serial-style? (This is your cue to now tie Felicia Day to Adnan Syad, AV Clubbers)

Why not say what this is: Arby's savvy marketing team trying to cash in on the years of jeers? It's not a love-in. It's a cash grab. Arby's: Because McDonalds was too easy a target.

Grown Butt Fuck-Ups 2: David Spade's Sweaty Ballsack

Upon accepting the high-paying job, AV Club commenters now immediately down-vote all of Dorian_Mode's comments… Because we have to.

Needed way more Steve Blackman, eh Martin Tupperware?

"A tiny Italian foodie with a penchant for sensual hair washes…"

Off-the-mark? Mark XVII? IRON MAN! I win.

To be clear… this ISN'T Drunk History?

Did somebody tell Neil Cicierega?!

I imagine Zack Snyder saw this trailer, and a single tear crawled down his cheek (and then sped up in a booming CGI zoom as it LEAPT off the bottom of his jaw).

Lenny Clarke.

I hope she goes full Boyle.

Welcome to HateSong, where an indie artist says how much they not really like a song, but the artist is OK, and he's kinda cute when he's emotional, and clapping in songs is bad except when it's OK.

Upvote for use of the term avuncular.

So does everyone else, sans the Miz.

You keep poking Adam, AV Club, and he won't force you into his next 12 movies.

To be fair: we get a tax credit for clicking on, and not eye-rolling through shoddy geo-jokes within articles like these. So, you know, it balances everything out. Oh, and uhh… hot dogs.

Broccoli!

What's the deal with auburn hair?

I didn't either, until this video.