Your first link is the definition of unbiased. Bravo, sir and or ma'am.

If I learned anything from Parks and Recs, it was not giving a shit about calls and just picking up the phone a centimeter and dropping the receiver back down when I was sick of shit. Anyone I wanted to talk to assumed it was a problem on their end and called right back. Since it cut down on the crazies, I assume…

Dude, ANY outlet. That's why the internet sucks.

That logic is TIGHT.

Hey, Mike Dexter doesn't like our caporing! You go to hell. Tell 'em Mickey sent ya!

Hey-O!

Bingo.

Welllll… My union card having, tradesman uncle asked me once about gluten. He had a buddy, etc. In the nicest way I mentioned that eating fruits and vegs instead of relying on immense amounts of pasta and bread would make you feel better, albeit not necessarily because gluten.

Took far too long to get to this.

I worked with a newly awakened sex positive girl during a summer college non profit gig who unprompted (after work drinking) described her amazing period-sex which ended up with a bloody handprint on the wall as a testament to said amazing sex.

I work front of shop in a (artisinal bread) bakery. I get asked this question at least 1/week. There's flour EVERYWHERE, these women inevitably say they can't have even a trace, then proceed to eat samples.

THAT'S how I fucking started watching this! I seriously wondered.

WHAT DEMON FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL CREATED THEE?!

Then he tried to drink nectar from Sanjay's head…

Neeeeeeerd!

Not you, I'm talking to the cheese.

On the internet, no one knows you're a…

When I was in high school I found a spool of adding machine tape (this was the 2000s; my Mom needs to clean the damn basement) and wrote everything Viacom owned on it and unfurled it around half the class.

In theory, communism works.

Oh, I fucking LOVE the polygraph (And the polygraph test prep, and Beth's Chinatown gum, and the whole damn episode).