Americans are pretty sure Canadians are making up Newfoundland though. To be fair to us, the Quebec thing is pretty fantastic.

Horses are fucking terrible though. Seriously, they’re the worst fucking animal we’ve kept around after their usefulness ended. They’re goddamn idiots who start at their own shadows and break legs tripping over shit that a child whose just mastered walking and picking it’s nose at the same time manages to avoid.…

I had to double check to make sure he hadn’t actually written that in his original article, honestly. I’m glad that no one is going to know who Brooks is in a generation, the world will be a better place. That’s true of most of these schmucks though. No lasting legacy.

I don’t when white people elected Brooks as our official Converser-with-the-Others, but we need to try again.

They’re in a completely different world than the rest of us, it just happens to be physically overlapped.

That’s a hell of a chin, that can’t be accidental.

“, believe me” is one of these as well. It gives the person listening the option not to believe you. Removing all those qualifiers from your vocabulary will lead to a flatter style of speak/writing, because qualifiers also act as intensifiers.

It’s amazing how much people are willing to speculate based on a single bit of information.

I tip 25% regardless, actually. It’s the morally correct thing to do.

No reason they couldn’t be paying for it themselves. Speaking of paying though, I’ll cut you a deal. I don’t recline, at a rate of $15 an hour. If I’m sacrificing my comfort no reason I shouldn’t get paid for it.

You clearly know that only savages prevent other people from reclining. Wouldn’t that make reclining civilized behavior?

Pay me not to recline. I’m reasonable, ten dollars an hour. Or you can pay the airline twenty and get the extra leg room. No reason I should suffer, especially since you’re going to be suffering regardless.

You misunderstand the prisoner’s dilemma. It’s always better to betray, because getting nothing is better than getting nothing and letting someone else have something.

Not for me. Go find a tall person airline.

The seats are made of hard enough plastic that your kneecaps will shatter before I notice you shifting. If you don’t want me to recline pay me to be less comfortable.

You could recline, gain those critical extra inches of leg room.

If your luggage can’t fit under the seat in front of you, don’t bring it on the plane. Nothing in life that matters can’t fit into a backpack that you can stuff under your seat.

I would play the hell out of dank subway Mario. Seriously, he comes out of one of his warp-pipes into Racoon city and now he needs to find his way back into the Mushroom Kingdom before the nuke drops. (He can also just use a leaf to escape, but that’s a hidden ending.)

Survival horror Mario looks amazing. Really, these all look neat. I’d play any of them except the traditional one quite happily.

You might have aged out of his demographic (stoned teenager, or stoned teenager at heart) and just not be able to relate as well to his sense of humor. I do think that the Robot Chicken stuff is by far his best work, and that’s because it has the advantage of being unable to wear out it’s welcome.