Nostalgia sure is a weird thing. I mainly remember Blockbuster for its shitty late fees, its shittier selection, its policy of editing certain movies for content, and the fact that it killed off most independent video stores. Frankly I was glad when it folded; it was an all-too-rare bit of corporate karma. But I guess…

Get a brain, morans!

I’m not saying it’s a good idea. (I’ve done it a couple times too, and you’re right that it ain’t no fun.) But I think it’s unfair because you face the same penalty for... BUI, I guess? as you do for a DUI. Yeah, if you smear yourself all over the road, you’re a strain on emergency resources, and you *could*…

There’s not enough computing power in the world to make Junior look any less like he’s missing a chromosome or two.

Womp womp.

That’s not specific to bike riding though. Presumably, you’d be asked to present ID if you’re stopped for jaywalking, too.

I thought he had, though I could be misremembering, and I’m too lazy to look it up.

“Da workers control da means a’ production!”

Some states “require” a license for the bike itself, but I’ve never heard of a biker’s license.

To be fair, that’s still an incredibly stupid thing to be amazed by. 

Hitch was frustratingly chickenhawkish in the buildup to Iraq War 2: The Squeakquel. But I’ll give him credit for at least owning up to the fact that he’d been duped.

He is only four years older than me. Every day, I thank whatever deity might be listening that I have not yet ended up looking like that. 

D cells all the way. 

On the oranges?

God, stop! I’m about to eat my own damn hand, I got the meat shakes so bad!

You speak the true-true. 

I’m still madly in love with The Jerk-era Bernadette Peters.

Kidman’s a redhead, at least genetically.

She really is. 

Stupid git.