But if I start now I have nothing to look forward to when I turn 65.

If I want grown-up entertainment I'll watch some goddamned television.

"Fuck off, traitor."

Fully clothed and unarmed at work, fully armed and unclothed at play.

You would think that, dweeb.

Remove your own fuck bits. I got shit to do.

Don't worry, Peter Serafinowicz is a lovely man by all accounts.

The preparation of the food would benefit from fewer participants in the process.

A surplus of architects, as it were.

*Can't comment on the AV Club from work*

His face at the end looked to me like the face of a guy who just got a joke.

But how will Gilman Street mend Jello Biafra's broken leg? Or heart?

Me opposite. After a long time of liking the interviews more than the improv sections, I finally hit one that I enjoyed a lot from start to finish. And, maybe surprisingly or maybe not, it was the one with the No, You Shut Up people.

It only appears if someone posts something while you're on the page. If you refresh, or come back later, it'll just be a link.

Of those I can recall, Lizz Winstead, Foster Kamer, and a bunch of Canadian political writers.

Peggystan was kind of last-minute, but they sold the shit out of it in that one phone call, which I thought was a daring play that pretty much worked as well as it could have.

Stephanie's off somewhere working out her troubles on the ol' salmon ladder.

As soon as I raise my hands, I warn you, it shall be too late to run.

He's just a terrible person.

You Only Live Twice is absolutely the correct answer, and I will fight anyone who says different.