I get the anger, but please save it up for the villains who are actively working against us, rather than the heroes who maybe didn’t do enough or do things just right in a rigged system. The bad guys are that away 👉 🐢. 

Broscience is a beautiful word for an awful reality. Thanks. 

It took way too long to reach this comment. Thank you for your service. 

This hypothesis explains just so much of what’s off about him. The strangely tinted skin, the inability to comprehend how others think/feel, the strange movements and postures, the failure to grasp humor, the speech patterns...he’s Star Trek’s Data, but like an early, buggy, unlikeable beta version without the…

I agree wholeheartedly in terms of most roles, but I’ll support him having a career making fun of his action star characters in movies like The Other Guys. His impotent rage and half-assed, violent responses to stress are a rather fun inversion of his typical military man schtick. I’d want to railroad him into…

Asked for the manager at IKEA?

Ashley Todd’s failure to understand mirrors always makes me smile. 

I want a full version of this story on my desk by Christmas!

I’ve been anticipating the payoff to the golden turd storyline for ages. I’m glad they managed to get there, even if I’m sure it can’t possibly live up to the hype I’ve created in my own mind. 

He’s a good voice actor and singer. He’s a lousy writer. 

I read it as him just having looked at the boobs, then looking up with a hint of anger when he realized it’s not the other daughter. 

The man looks like the evil land developer who’s about to shut down the community center. He looks like Dabney Coleman having an allergic reaction to shellfish. He looks like a high school basketball coach the split second before he learns his last victim is planning to file charges.

It’s articles like this that most make me miss Nudeador the Viking. 

“Hark! A leopard is afoot!”

I’m guessing when the owner says they have a diverse group of employees, they mean they’ve got some Slovaks, a couple Polish folk, a Hungarian, a bunch of “mixed” people (they’re both Scots and Irish), and they once let an Italian sweep their floors.

Toss them in a box of Kashi and watch the matter/antimatter reaction.

Reading the graffiti as a thought bubble is making me happy. I didn’t realize Vaughn was a James Joyce fan. 

So who gets to fire the arbitrator now?