This Craig isn’t even trying anymore. The old tomato didn’t play his trolling hand so early in the post. His posts are boring. 

I know that the structure of the U.S. government has its own stupid, stupid problems. But I still sometimes have a hard time believing that the British Parliament isn’t making up these traditions as it goes.

We liberals must pick our battles, and this bulb battle is not a winner.

Shit like this has nothing to do with good policy or even good business. This is all about owning the libs and/or making the libs look crazy because they are coming for your lightbulbs or straws or whatever. How do you fight against something that’s not motivated even by naked economic self-interest?

In the land of the dim bulbs, the dimmest bulb is the king.

I start that off with CFC hair spray thing and how quickly that was addressed.

If the older people are boomers you can also say to their face that it is their fault and watch their face turn red with rage. It’s a real treat.

Umm, you do know that for the ones who never had their loved ones remains recovered, that is as close to a grave site that they will ever get, right? Traffic Cone Numbers 1 and 2 > you

Somebody really needs to deepfake this with Charlie’s Dream Journal:

Don’t forget they also have a snack bar (yes, they really do).

They should have rebuilt the towers exactly as they were as an act of defiance.

“Those memorials kill the birds.  They kill all the birds, and it gives you memorial cancer!”

The anniversary of the World Trade Center terrorist attack happens to coincide with New York’s bird migration period—feathered friends on their way to warmer parts of the country are often drawn to the lights and trapped in them, circling endlessly as they drain the energy necessary to complete their journey down…

first guy is 1970s hawt

Careful how you talk about Arlen High’s career touchdown record holder. 

Not only are they invited, but they’re going whether they want to or not.

Sometimes these things just happen, entirely naturally...

“Potato” is a shape.

It’s been like this ever since he started drinking that brain and nerve tonic that Artie Burns gave him.