I got that one too.

Man, you are on a roll with these.

We called the dyer-sheet tubes "sploofs".

Whose administration?

My dad's in the sales world, and I've been helping him polish his consultancy website. Every corporate stock photo I've seen looks exactly like that header image.

Yeah, and I'm not dying to see all those FIT and Parsons kids start fashionably spitting tobaccy juice all over Fifth Avenue sidewalks.

Because the target audience for this musical are people living in New York City on their parents' dime so they can intern in the fashion industry and as a result have a bunch of money with which to buy Broadway tickets so they can go see a show that's a watered-down spectacle of the cosmopolitan "creative" identity to…

Mistaking Chile for what is now known as the Democratic Republic of Congo was an honest mistake.

I take the dryer sheet-stuffed paper towel tube I used in high school to mask the smell of my bong exhales and tape it to my butt.

"Bacta the Future"

I would direct you to the great scholar Klymmbreitts III, and his seminal work, "The Interplanetary Diaspora of the Proto-Saxons".

His wife is a hologram projected by an astromech droid.

There are thankless jobs, and then there are jobs whose thanklessness is the first step to suicide …

Great (nose)Job, Internet!

This is the most GJ,I! article ever to be GJ,I!-ed, and yet there's not one thread bemoaning the GJ,I!-ness of this GJ,I!.

I used to like butterscotch hard candies, but then I grew up and moved on to lemon drops.

Just edit out the first and last "w"s.

Sad as it is to watch a golden era of console gaming fall into the sea, I think we need to get hold of FOXDIE and engineer it to put those poor Konami workers out of their misery.

It's nice to have the old Snidely back.

The tamarind Jarritos is delicious.