Guns "go off" in suicides, which makes up a huge % of the stats I presume you refer to (but it's difficult to be certain). In this scenario, however, guns are just matter of convenience - there are, of course, a good few countries with higher suicide rates than the U.S. that have low to zero private firearms…

You would think they could afford a better place to hang out.

Oh, wow. I used to watch Hell On Wheels for a while. What was I thinking?

If I see another shitty painting of the sky by my friend's wife on Facebook I am definitely going to unfollow her.

Forget it, Zhao. It's China.

He snuck that in there, yeah.

I'd say more of an aspiring badass. She's talking the talk, but hasn't got much accomplished yet…but here's hoping, yeah.

Was that hut made out of napalm or some shit?!?!

I would agree, but Bullwinkle the Mayor is a lazy slob who would not be caught dead "working" at anything. The homeless themselves deserve full credit for their return.

I'm pretty sure nobody misses these things except half-assed internet documentarians and (decay) porn enthusiasts, but a Sbarro…who the hell comes to this town and eats at Sbarro?

Results will probably be similar.

If you fly me out there first class, put me up, and me handsomely for my time, I would possibly consider watching a documentary about Anthony Weiner.

Well, he's…not as creepy as Spitzer I guess? So he's got that going for him.

Beloved - maybe. Masterpiece - no. Theory - silly. Movie - shite.

To be fair, few things are as creepy as H. Clinton's fake open-mouth smile-grimace.

Yup - I remember the sequence and the documentary from the first time out. And I was amazed at how much work it took - I recall thinking (just a little) that maybe it wasn't quite worth it. Still, this could be viewed as early notice that HBO intended to be something a bit more than just a vehicle to broadcast…

I hope this isn't like some Milo and Otis shit where I later find out they killed like 14 cats.

The answer is none. None more black.

Jaws 3. No doubt about it - saw it in the theater and 3D was the only good thing about that film, my adolescent crush on Bess Armstrong notwithstanding.

Woo hoo! Park Slope representin' and bringing the pain!