I read that four times and felt like I was having a stroke each time. On the fifth try, I figured it out.

WHY IS EVERYONE SPEAKING GERMAN?

Because once you est it, you don't have it anymore, you can't look at it, admire it, anticipate eating it.

Also to the fact that even those of us who find them adherent find them confusingly common. Just recently, Facebook's "On This Day" feature brought up a post I made about one mass shooting, but all I said in it was that, after yet another of these entirely preventable horrors, we need to do more than merely expressing…

I think he would have gone bigger. The demand to publish the manifesto seemed to be spurred by the Oklahoma City bombing and the challenge it represented to the Unabomber's domestic-terrorism supremacy. Also, given his anti-technology stance, imagine how ballistic he would have gone just a few years later when the…

It's pretty chicken-shitty to denigrate the little guy without a speaking part when one big guy without a speaking part happens to be a fucking Wookie, and another is the baddest bad guy in the Galaxy who could Force-choke you (or whatever the equivalent is for droids).

It's all inner monologue and occasional orders from Lando to pick up dry cleaning.

"That door's locked. Better move on to the next one. The fugitive droids we're looking for couldn't possibly have hidden behind that door and locked it."

Only because there are those of us who believe that he faked his death, that he's still out there, somewhere…

Hey, before you start making evil plans, remember, if he dies now, it doesn't retroactively erase him from existence.

"Oh, switch off!" [weakly kicks ScratStitch on the hoof]

Model airplane glue smells awesome! If they didn't want people to huff it, they should introduce a stinky compound to it, they way Hank Hill taught me they do with natural gas.

Sweet Jeebus, the fucking hops. So many of the beer snobs are about hoppiness the way so many chili-heads are about Scoville units in their salsas and hot sauces. I'm not a masochist, so I'm not interested in sensory overload and proving to everyone just how much of a taste component I can handle. I am interested in…

"I'll tell you what you've done, Caligula…"

Yeah, but try leveraging that investment into a small business that can operate successfully. It's impossible, what with all the government regulations. Thanks, Obama.

Last fall, I saw pumpkin-spice bratwursts at the grocery store. I felt a very strong urge to burn the place to the ground.

Liked for overall tone, and most especially for "lid-hat"!

In this case, I imagine the draw would be the grim curiosity about what Michael Richards might do.

But it was night watch plaid!

It's like a forest full of honey locusts!