I’m pretty sure Sherman would have just punched him in the mouth and burned his house down...but, yeah, sick burn.

See, this is why you goyim can’t have nice things.

Jezzies, having grown up in a red county in Virginia (and subsequently and happily moved to one of its bluest) I can tell you it’s a f*cking miracle he’s not dressed like Don Johnson’s character in Django and that she doesn’t look like Aunt Jemima. Yes Richmond has its liberal and artsy enclaves but the legislature as…

So your sex life is impaired by bad GPS data. This could be great Orphan Black bit of fanfic —

That sounds like a Turing Test for sexting. Which is kinda not necessary considering nobody could ever build a sexting robot dumber than actual males. Or could they? Have at it MIT and CAL-POLY robotics types!

Not to be a joyless stickler, but I believe the proper Archer phrasing (ha!) would be:

But I would venture to guess most of these kids have the Internet. I’m not bought into the “bad information is better than no information” theory. A vast majority of abstinence only “curriculum” is not science based, much less reality based for the raging hormonal world of teenagers. Its intended purpose is to…

Let’s see...I could send the kids to a foreign country with a history of turning into a war zone at the drop of a hat in the company of bigoted, myopic religions zealots. Or Band Camp.
Yep, that math pretty much does itself. Mazel Tov!

I’d want to go just to chart evolution (ha!) of Swarthy Semitic Hippy Jesus into Blonde Gun-Totin’ Dinosaur-Ridin’ Jesus.

You forgot “bless their hearts”, Grumpy. Otherwise, a perfect summation of what’s most likely said on those tour buses when they’re pretty sure no one is listening.

“The tide comes in, the tide goes out. Pepper flakes magically appear on your food. You can’t explain that!”

“The sea was angry that day, my friends, like an old man in a deli trying to return soup...”

If I cannot get a “Drunk Me Gives No Fucks” t-shirt on Etsy by the end of the day we might as well just give the Internet back to Al Gore.

That’s Star-Lord, man...

Ah, Glorpman’s. Everyone’s favorite Lower East Side cut-rate deli and second hand clothing store. My uncle Saul used to work there as a kid and boy, the stories he’d tell...

OK, as least one serious article on this seems pretty legit. I would not stake my academic reputation on the original article where I heard of this theory, however article below from U. of Hawaii is pretty sound. And not written by RennFaire enthusiast (full disclosure: I’ve been know to enjoy a good RennFaire myself)…

There was another article I read a while back that speculated that because of the rampant, and at the time incurable, syphillus epidemic afflicting Europe’s nobility and military thanks to nearly a half century of uninterrupted warfare the codpiece evolved into something of a maxi-pad for dudes.

Hate on Baz Luhrmann’s “Moulin Rouge!” all you want, at least it put this song back on the radar of a whole host of talented women and for that we are all grateful.

Bud Light: All You Need is a Hole and a Heartbeat

Wow, not content to settle for just calling all craft beer drinkers effete and un-American, Bud seems like it wants to the official beer of date-raping douche bros. I’m sure this will go well.