You hang out with Mel Gibson a lot then?

@avclub-1ff70043c78f44fc8841bd8203c00ed3:disqus : I have no proof for or against it, therefore, as an American, I chose to believe my own version.
(Prepares to be called flag-burning Anti-'Merican by the usual candidates)

It does warm the COKLS of my heart.

"…something indistinguishable…"

Meanwhile, in Uzbekistan: "Why are they complaining even before the lady fellates the goat? It breaks the entire performance."
(I am not proud of this, but at least nobody in Uzbekistan has internet to e-thug me now. Again, hate-blogging on Amish rules.)

The call came from inside the nipple?

That is neither here nor there.

Well, the universe is still expanding. Maybe in a few billion years it will be large enough to get sufficient distance from Mel Gibson's crazy corpse.

Actually the comment section at "The Wrap" is already more infuriating than the whole transcript.

Every time I see that image, I feel as though that beaver is trying to look embarrassed for that fat guy with his hand up its ass. Sort of like the look you get from someone at a party when their spouse is dancing drunk on the boss' pool-table.

I hope they make me take the stand. I am still shocked and traumatized from hearing Justin Timberlake sing and I demand justice.

Also, a møøse bit his sister ønce.

If I wanted to be America's Semi-hot Middle Aged Pre-Menopausal Woman, how long do you think I'd get for that?

Jobe's not on board.

Proof that Billy Graham controls the power of the beast we call the desolate one. Or is injecting his ill-gotten gains directly into Shea's blood stream.

@avclub-eb573591cef285c12701571987b08381:disqus : Don't feel bad, I thought it was funny.

I totally get that. I am more sad for my dad, who as an Irish cop with extremely conservative parents actually managed to enjoy Bandstand and Soul Train, because, as he said, it was a great counter-point to having to arrest inner city youths for possession and robbery and such. He always found those shows just a great…

Same here. I lived in a shit-hole place in Queens for a while right out of University, with nasty commute and a hall-way that smelled as if someone had slaughtered a syphilitic donkey in it, but the room was good and it was surprisingly quiet.
And at my first awful just I did work in a team that had a designated…

@avclub-e57f718840a576abbb40a7d046c4e3b0:disqus "she evidently moved down south and got married, so I guess I didn't completely ruin her life."

Pff, you are all sheep, basking in the glow of the corporate red lantern, sitting there… farmvilling with your… fake friends… and mafia…
…
I am so lonely.