They're dead and you're not, so they pretty much just let you do it. Just grab 'em by the bony ass.

"Boater's forecast? Oh, screw 'em!"

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In the end, we all got Ken Boned.

So he fancies himself a humorist, eh? Only time that guy's ever had a funny bone in his body is when he shoves his favorite dildo up his ass. You know, the one with the squeaker in it.

Or if Donald Trump buys a stake in Arnett's production company, it'll just be Ivanka eating a popsicle.

Yay, Hue Jackson finally makes the “Fire This Asshole” list! Who elects to kick after winning the OT coin toss? Who doesn’t line up to the right knowing the kicker’s already shanked 2 FGs to the left that day?

Subspace communications are scrambling children’s brains!

The Trump Children of the Trump Corn are just as much to blame for the failure of this campaign as Trump himself. From retweeting white supremacists all the way up to poisoned Skittles and millennial baiting.

I'm here to make the case for Snatch, the episode that keeps you up at night with its coughing.

Until the money ran out and he had to take a gig on Norm MacDonald's sitcom.

Took a belt sander to it for an early version of what would become "Space Ghost: A Tribute to Freedom".

Suddenly this thread has a refreshing mint flavor.

All right, here's the plan. We create a diversion by throwing the planet's orbital axis off by 13 degrees. Actually, 10 degrees should do it. You don't want to throw it off too much because, well, you know. Now, once we've lowered the gravitational fields by, say, 40 gigawatts and secured the outer…

…When you see him in Pelham!

Volume 2 is a good buy, too. Not so much for the episodes, but the commentaries (Evan Dorkin & Sarah Dyer appear in most of them), and the unused Joel & Jim Hodgson show opens.

ALL HAIL BRAK!

DIVE! DIVE! SUCK ON THE PIPES!

And the transcripts live on!