Well, here's an argument I can't possibly win. Howay, man, marra! Giz a deek at tha' rrolla coesta!

GAME OF OWNS

He kens what a canny accent is all aboot.

In my defence, it was only in giant boldface type. They should really animate those titles so that they'll catch me eye. *billy boy waves fondly to the a.v. club before walking into a pit of bubbling tar; the song "Stayin' Alive" plays softly, softly*

Am I wrong again?

I didn't say he was worse than Hitler; I just don't see how it would affect the mood of the comment to put it in quotes and add " - Fred Eaglesmith" at the bottom. I said it would be better with an attribution because then you're not making people go out and google it if they like it. It ensures that Fred gets…

Is she the 70-year-old? Then yes.

I like the song "Start Me Up", except when I have food poisoning and it's being sung from the point of view of my ass.

And the funky side was funkalicious!

There really is a review of that book by Syria Says, but it doesn't contain that quotation [EDIT: it's the title of the goddamn review. Sorry]. Other quotations from the poster [also] exist in amazon reviews, so who knows what sort of system it is. I'm guessing: elaborate and time-consuming.

He's writing Pacific Rim 2. What more do you want from him, Heche?

*billy boy adds "old as the balls of ultimate oldness" to the list of things he knows about mister pants*

We get shamrock shakes every year from late February through early May. In the off months, you can just buy a vanilla shake and add about half an ounce of green crème de menthe. 4 out of 5 fatasses can't tell the difference!

Yer gonna farking drink…a goblet of…my sputum, ye farking beauty.

Thor 3: Move it on Odin

Sometimes you jus' need a little Vitamin Judd.

Nah, it'd be better if he attributed it to Ontario-based songwriter Fred Eaglesmith, who actually wrote it.

Naw, that'd be mister pants who said that, because he is a zombie. Also he eats children. WITHDRAWN! I withdraw the accusation that mister pants eats children. (I wouldn't to say the wrong thing and have him eat me like he eats children.)

I am the lizard king! I can suck the fun out of anything!

You call this a house? This place smells worse than Satan's toilet. Hey pants, those cookies you left me on Christmas are fucking third-rate—where'd you get them, Shitty Cookie Town? *lies down, puts bare feet up on mister pants' pillow* So, you asleep yet?