This comment is beautiful and should be quoted in any Early 21st Century Cultural Studies class.

Allowing thinly veiled promotions of new-age/alternative/whatever therapy services, like this bullshit, to go unchallenged is harmful. At a time when anti-vax and climate-change denial are both gaining popularity, it’s down right threatening to life.

Fuck off.  If you want to let unscrupulous charlatans and shills keep bilking people out of their money with this kind of bullshit you can have fun.  It’s stupid, it’s cruel, and it’s manipulative.

Please pardon my rudeness, but:

Better or worse than getting punched out by a 72 year old astronaut?

I have to admit that I almost feel bad for attacker, I mean aside from the potential mental health issues there. This is your moment of fame where you dropkicked a 70-year old man from the back and he barely felt your attack.

OW ME BACK

Don’t sweat it, man, the housekeeper has been rejecting my advances too.

I haven’t finished the essay yet, I got to the part where Victor was trying to get the info to call Drew’s wife but couldn’t unlock the phone.

Jesus, Drew, she fucking farted. Be a goddamn gentleman for once.

You are why I drink.

Get well Drew.

“This is some pretty heavy stuff.”

Can’t believe they asked you to raise two fingers and you didn’t go with Ol’ Faithful

God this is so eerily similar to what happened to me, same injury, generally same set of circumstances (had been drinking but not overly so), same general consequence. Thank you for sharing this experience. It brings me back to that scary time but it’s also oddly cathartic for someone to go through something so…

WIFE: Do you want the windows open?
ME: Nah, I’m fine.
WIFE: Okay I’ll open the windows a little.

Can’t tell you how many text messages I exchanged with friends seriously worrying about the health of a person I have never met and will likely never meet.

I also believed, for some reason, that a celebrity chef (no idea who) was killed at the same bar the night I bashed my skull in. And that I was a person of interest in that chef’s death. Please know that no famous chef died that night

Pumpkins won’t fit in the microwave and it makes the lipstick melt.

From my coworker Jordan Sargent: