It's automimetic! Who doesn't like when the form imitates the content?

He's mildly fuckin' terrifying in Mr. Robot.

I would have gone with "ex-Sheep In The Big City intern".

He's a narcissistic Calendar Man who thinks every day is a national holiday called Trump Day, and somehow he has convinced others of his delusions.

It was during my 2nd senior year when Mom found Satan. His spirit was trapped inside an old Manischevitz bottle that Mom picked out of the dumpster behind the 7/11. Mom brought the bottle inside and sat it down on top of the TV. Then she told all of us kids to gather round, and then she explained how Satan lived in…

it's an event horizon for your money!

Re-Animator, The Thing, From Beyond.

Her or Ellie Kemper would be my ideal pick.

Incidentally, my onion-scented lover is the sister of my AV-Club-scented lover.

Because love, love will tear onions apart, again.
And then they'll remind me of my dead onion-scented lover.
I miss you.

You could cut a hotdog into halves perpendicularly and it'd be okay.
I consider a sandwich to be "anything that I eat on corn tortillas that isn't a taco ingredient."

I call dibs on SOVWAR!

And who would have thought that the music in question would be depressive suicidal black metal?

It's like watching a five year old make dolls kiss.

it's basically MTG lore - lots of different planes.

SiriusXM is the Opie-ain't of the masses.

In what world is baby-shit vegan?

You guess wrong, but I like the analogy. And it's helpful, but I wouldn't want a candy-based diet.

Kind of indifferent towards them. I like dissonance and talk shit when drunk, I'm surprised as many people are as incensed by this as they seem to be.

I genuinely do not understand the appeal of pop music. It's always struck me as simplistic at best and obsequious at worst - and a song with the generic-as-fuck refrain of "want you back" sure as hell isn't helping with that.