Christ! From the pill?!?

Seconded. I wish Cancer had a face; I would gleefully empty a clip into it. And then spit on what’s left.

I can truthfully tell you I did not see this coming.

Oh, like we haven’t all had a night like this.

Two things:

Me too; also had the three-pack of his Renegades.

I still choose to believe it was a deep-cover op. Destro’s ass got turn-buckled, and his mother’s promiscuity was the subject of fierce Scottish mockery!

If Lena Dunham is a feminist, then I’m a starship captain.

I refuse to believe he’d ever willingly serve the likes of COBRA. He had to be a Joe mole.

Jesus, I don’t know if I can cope with a heartbroken Sgt. Slaughter. I’ve already had a fuckin’ day as it is.

I guess the first anniversary would involve waging battle against the army of ninjas who trained him for control of the city.

Huh; how about that? Same grade as the beef they serve!

Damn you! I already had my Halloween costume for this year picked out!

He could just go back to the restaurant and go home with any one or more female witnesses there.

Time and a place, y’know? Would you really want a prospective spouse, who just choked another adult into unconsciousness before your startled eyes, to follow that up with an invitation to marriage?

Oddly enough, The Edge (Honestly man; you’re a senior citizen now. Use your grown-up name.) provided a nifty theme to a mediocre Batman cartoon. Not great, nifty.

I hate the Red Hot Chili Peppers, for exactly the same reasons you described. They’re hacks; fifty-year-old assholes jiggling their pasty man-tits, oozing sweat like un-canned Spam while accruing interest, fleecing undiscerning teenagers and fellow middle-agers who should damn well know better. “Under the Bridge” was…

How do you know if you’re a pirate?

Pssst; you got ‘em backwards.

Next time, try a hat. By God, that’s some astounding technology!