"That's not actually a refutation of the argument."

Limiting the entire thing to those three words, yes.

Niven's wrong about a lot of shit.

I see now that "tits or I'm gone" is quite a fresh and compelling examination of the subject of nudity in film.

I was going to say "don't be gross."

If you messed up that situation, that's on you.

My initial urge is to judge you but it's just too hot right now.

College was a bit of a blur.

If some mugger stabs me I probably ain't gonna get rid of all my chef knives.

I love all other melons, but even the slightest whiff of cantaloupe triggers the violent-disgust portion of my brain.

I've worked at several ad agencies. Can confirm.

May it be ever so.

Man, those Bond-girl names are getting lazy.

Cantaloupe is gross as hell. Smells like ripe ass.

It was agressively faint praise. I haven't even listened yet but I figured I was on solid ground.

Better than Pitbull.

goddammit…

Similar levels of stupid.

"I mean, it's one insurance. What could it cost, ten dollars?"

It is the most erotic of the seasons.