"You're free, you motherfuckers!"

I think they should partner these with the Secret ACORN vids and teach you how Real Men get the government to help them write off their sex trafficking costs.

How dare you! We already know that twitter silence stopped AIDS in our time!

I hope you answered, "the sex scene from Traffic: the movie, you know the one I mean, yeah, because I have always imagined what it would be like to be a moonfaced girl getting EXTREME POV'd by a drug dealer while my dad wanders the street, weeping."

If there's anything those crazy cultures throughout the world respect, it's the discerning social opinions of our Hollywood elite!

Remember: whether you're Teddy Roosevelt or Powers Boothe, always check for an adam's apple, fellas.

Well done, DPA.

Sweet — anyone know if there's a place to get Grim Fandango?

All right, this is getting weird. The more videos I see of these old cartoon shows, the more I'm convinced it's the same band doing the music for all of them:

and here's the intro, which as the comments from the first episode video will tell you, was the only sort of exposition the series ever gave for why you should buy these awesome toys:

Visionaries!

so much depends on
a stupid little message board
left in the rain

JCar that's a wonderfully public Freudian slip as well as a logically correct statement.

@Buzz miller — where do you find the emulators for those??? Space Quest and Kings Quest were the signifiers of my youth!

You have made many of us super jealous, Penguin, you bastard.

Seriously, that was horrifyingly funny, Fake Nabin.

One of our first family cars was a 1985 Saab 900 that had a manual trans, power nothing, 255 air, etc. There was no radio, but a spot for one in the dashboard. My dad used to put his hand in it while driving and sing.

You can shant your pants while you're at it for all the sense you make, pally. Have fun shouting into the void.

No, Whoosh, I just thought that ending it by having be a ridiculous endless cycle, even with the retconned second ending, was utterly disappointing instead of fulfilling after seven goddamned books.

zing, sir