Probably b. But I’m pretty happy doing it. Maybe you should look into being happier?

Probably b. But I’m pretty happy doing it. Maybe you should look into being happier?

Uh huh. I love my aeropress, and it almost does. Maybe you’re doing it wrong.

Uh huh. I love my aeropress, and it almost does. Maybe you’re doing it wrong.

A glass french press DOESN’T MAKE ADEQUATE ESPRESSO.

A glass french press DOESN’T MAKE ADEQUATE ESPRESSO.

I keep my plastic compost bin in the freezer. Fruit flies do not enjoy the arctic interior and so leave it alone there.

"Oh my, a cartoon penis! And a discussion of penises! I do believe I shall faint dead away! Fetch the smelling salts!"

YES.

You know, that's how I — a guy who's just not that into dicks — thought I felt too. But then I checked out the Critique My Dick Pic site — and I've found a new appreciation for the dick pic as an art. The clear articulation of the aesthetic failures (rather than moral ones) of the terrible dick pics, and of the…

His singing is probably usually fine — it's just that he can't hear himself over the music and crowd noise. It's really really hard to be on pitch in those circumstances. He has a nice voice!

I was not *in America* at the time, but here's my story:

So far, 5 people get you. Sorry, but them's the breaks. Don't bother explaining to the rest.

'Who ordered the "flamingly brotastic yarmulke"?'

Has no one ever pointed out to you that all sports fans are awful, especially when their team wins, and that winning teams attract more new fans than losing ones?

Not only that, but I heard that seahawks aren't even a real animal. And stuff.

I haven't even watched this yet and it's already my favorite video of all time.

"He acts like an asshole to Marshawn Lynch because he hates Marshawn Lynch, nothing more, which is fine."

I've got your self-relieving regulator right here.

Is that the new policy? I didn't get the memo.

What idiot asked him why he was there 25 times?

Or ask continuously why he showed up to media day.

It's the circle of life, my child. We get pissed at the dipshits, but when our anger passes, it becomes the fodder that feeds the dipshits. ... Do you want me to sing about it? Cuz I could.