Maybe this is what turned me into the terrible piece of shit I’ve referenced in my responses to multiple other replies here.

Yeah...I think I did that to someone, too.

I told worse lies than that to two previous girlfriends.

I’m not ashamed to tell you that this video made me tear up.

Yeah...I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve got about 700 hours in EU and ≈160 in the new one, and XCOM 2 is just as balanced as the first one.

You, Mr. Burneko, are truly an Adequate Man.

Wait, I think I follow you: so this story is like "Very Bad Things," only with a deer instead of a hooker, and Brett Favre doesn't end up killing all his friends and crippling his brother and being an amputee, and...wait.

But why? I've been ignoring that FDA-mandated instruction for years, and it has vastly improved my enjoyment of maple syrup. Drew's right: cold, sludgy syrup is unwelcome in any circumstance.

I'm sure the friend is "really sweet," with a "great personality" and a "cute smile."

Sounds like he wasn’t given the opportunity!

I think Mrs. Kluwe just qualified herself for lead guest authorship on an upcoming Funbag.

I am from, and still live in, the South. Like millions of other Southerners, I vehemently reject the viewpoint you ascribe to "the South."

Just to be clear, when you say “the continuing mindset of the South,” do you mean you think “the South” currently remains, by and large, "about white supremacy and the dehumanization of blacks?"

I need to know the names and locations of these establishments. Buford Highway, I'm guessing?

I love this comment. It's made effective specifically by way of its lack of punctuation. Outstanding.

Yep, Northside.

I have repeatedly used this apparently little-known fact to my advantage at work. Whenever I see a box full of those biodegradable cornstarch peanuts, I'll toss a couple of them into my mouth while maintaining eye contact with a coworker or two. This is a guaranteed win, every time.

Each of my children (now ages 4 years and 2 months) was born via caesarean section in a nice hospital in Atlanta. This place has a reputation for producing scores of children every day and being expertly equipped to handle any and every contingency. For the most part, I'd agree with that marketing pitch, with one…

So they weren't Up for Whatever?

Soon. Very, very soon. Or by 30, at latest.