Pervert!
I wouldn't even know how to start doing that!

I'm fluent in Mars Attacks rage squawks.

Quit talking about my jowls.

You know who never hid divisive messages in yet another first issue of an X-Men comic?
Hitler.

Only seeing it if it ends with a From Dusk til Dawn table dance.

This is the surest sign yet that our time as the world's lone superpower is over.

We're just a joey mob of mates, sheilas, didgeridoo playing dingo lovers throwing shrimp on the barbie with that's not a knife this is a knife blooming onion koala bears.

Cable?

What about Crazy Broad: Part 1 - The Crazening Begins?

You know how popular culture makes marriage sound like hell for men?

I know Comic Sans is the easy answer but Brooklyn Kid used as a shortcut to be edgy and streetwise is my font of outrage.

And thus the scourge of weaponized old white people resentment was lifted until Hannity came on, then Rush, then Savage, then Hewitt, then Ingraham, then…hey O'Reilly's back.

A deregulated monopolistic cartel with the violent backing of law enforcement should be given the benefit of the doubt.

So we're going to fire missles at Hitler now?

April Fools!

And I also ironically declare this month Drinking Beer and Watching Porn and/or Star Trek Reruns is Dumb and Gross Month.

I ain't sharing my upvotes with no lazy no good unfunny moochers.

Calling yourself an architect without a license issued by the governing board of the state or province you're practicing within makes you subject to civil and criminal penalties.

Good lord.
I just saw who they cut out of Akbar.

Jordan Peele gets to wear whatever the fuck he wants to now.