Cartoons, wrinkles, hair loss, death.

They are awful when they're grown up, but they're cute when they're puppies.

I like the color palette.

I mean, it's just…

The day after my birthday is not my birthday, mum.

The wrong keeeed died.

He's more of a Dane Cook, by which I mean he's convinced young men that his work is much more interesting that it actually is.

His knight style determines his death style.

Right down to the moron John C. Reilly character.

To be fair, cars only exist to transport people,and anyone who invests themselves into vehicles on any level deeper than travel, repair, and maintenance is fucking weird.

Geez. What did toothless halfwits ever do to you?

Nah. I wake up in jail most Sundays.

For real, though. Being an early adapter was definitely considered as a signifier of cool among middle-class whites when Uber came to my city.

Well put.

And now I'm typing Casey Kasem rant into Google.

It's a hell of a drug.

I apologize for my ignorance, both in general and this specific instance, but is there another commenting change on the horizon?

That's tomorrow, and that's it for today. I'm Bill O'Reilly, and thanks again for watching.

No.

You kill millions, and you're diarrhea.