More work for me, loser.

Hard times. Clicks and metrics are the bottom line.

DOn't make me go nuts!

I swallowed my gum.

Show me a better system and I'll gripe about this.

This is a lotta real estate this takes up in this skinny latte commenting system and boy do I feel like a dickhole.

Stop it with the Roman nvmeral spelling over here!

*continuously hammers the shit out of a robotic hand much to the discomfort of John Teti*

Way out west there was this fella… fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Mr. Lebowski, he called himself "The Dude". Now, "Dude" - that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But…

Well now you get none, smarty.

Hidden Figures was awesome. Awesome story. Awesome performances. Awesome music.

They will be spared in the coming crapocalypse.

Hey hey hey. I enjoyed SING immensely.

I mean the Sinead O'Connor references… It's like they were taken off the shelf and spit shined.

The erecetest. Explodiest.

WELL I DIDN'T HEAR ANYBODY LAUGHING.

"I fucking love violence."

Some say…

A poor colleague of mine reviewed DEADPOOL and gave it a lukewarm review. Not like 1 star or an F, but middling.

Carlton?