For me, it’s Bioshock Infinite (I’m catching up!). The story’s scattershot (and plagued with bothsidesism in the second act), but the gameplay’s good. I’m doing an Easy run because my foolish ass missed an infusion, and I’m doing a quick run both to get the “get all infusions” trophy and cement the paths in my brain…

My condolences.

“It’s not so bad.” --Jerry Seinfeld and Ed Gwynne simultaneously

For me, the money combo for grossness (not counting incest) would have to be 4 and 6.

“Little death, meet big death.”
*gratuitously brutal killing of Hitler*

“Holy solipsism, Robin!”

I wish Melissa McCarthy the best. She’ll be cute. It’ll be cute.

Don’t know the manners of good society, eh? Well I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal — you sockdologizing old man-trap!

The NYT piece really was incredible. I haven’t touched the comments, though, and that’s probably for the best.

Eat half a dick.

I have an Elantra in desert bronze. Its name is Priscilla.

I am not a betting man, but I would easily drop $20 on any action on an n-word tape raising his polling numbers, even without odds.

There will be a landmark moment in the second debate when Beto offers to buy Kamala Harris a soda to make up for his ancestors.

It’s a popcorn-dropping moment. (...)

...Nintendo has loaded the game up with sound and visual effects that enable exactly this, like primal screams and split-second flashy imagery meant to induce jump scares.

If we wanted any shit from you, we’d pick it off your dog’s dick.

No, it was because of your “Your mother’s a whore” T-shirt that you were wearing at the time.

And it was almost “Muff Diver”!

I love* that there was an ad for Baconlube right under the paragraph talking about the ubiquity of bacon.

“Marge, I want to be alone with the sandwich.”

“Are you going to eat it?”