Nah, that movie ends in the toilet.

My perspective is that the very hyperbole involved launches all of this stuff into the realm of purely figurative language. Anyway, I haven't called anyone a pigfucker, but I certainly am going to from now on!

Really, how did @avclub-b20754d0f1e8ae843e00a8b39a667112:disqus slip that by?

Apparently the new rule in our society is that "context…simply doesn’t matter."

Or those open-carry gun-nuts harassing the former Marine down in Texas the other day.

John Welsey Harding shot a man for littering.

She was just trying to warn you about the killer hiding on your rear rack with a meat hook!

You know why? Studies have shown that city driving — especially in bumper-to-bumper, rush-hour style conditions — stimulates a physiological response in the human body that is quite similar to the reflexive response to a predator or other acute danger (like losing your footing and starting to slide down a cliff). …

I found this:

Too late. "Swag" has already been re-appropriated into nonsense, when it used to be a respectable term for free trinkets given away at trade shows.

"Perhaps most significant in all of this is Hill’s acknowledgement that the context and what he meant
by the word…simply doesn’t matter."

No. Nor should he, because most people don't think of "cocksucker" as an anti-gay slur. It's not taken literally. Much like if someone calls you a motherfucker, they almost assuredly don't actually think you literally fuck your own mother. Or if someone calls you an asshole or a cμnt (God, I hate that I have to…

See, I got a comment thrown into the Memory Hole the other day with that word in it.

This sounds like something out of a prison movie. New convict arrives, tries to play it cool, like he can handle anything, old salt says this thing about ass-poundin', followed with some sage advice about "watch yer back."

I love Dan's description of human reproduction being more like the way fish spawn.

I hate when I get wrong numbers at work (we're one digit off from a fucking morning radio station that runs contests) and the callers get mad and debate with me about what number they called. "I'm positive that I dialed [the radio station's number]! Why did I get you?"

They're looking for stuffed crust.

Honestly, in certain contexts, that might be just the hilarious response I would need to feel good about the rest of my day.

"Dear Dan,

I'd be upset to be in Seattle instead of Boston!