Pssh... that didn’t even ryhyme. In my day poems rhymed. A poem is supposed to rhyme, goddammit. This isn’t even iambic pentameter!

If it’s wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

Fuck you, Bono. You ruined it.

They already did it.

No good deed goes unpunished.

I was on board until I saw Nick Kroll. Then I started thinking about too much tuna and couldn’t stop laughing.

This dummy realizes she’s the one who got her boyfriend killed, right? Maybe don’t yell, “He’s got a gun!” right when he’s reaching for his wallet.

Sweet! You sold off your personal privacy for a few hours of mild entertainment.

The look on that girl in the middle’s face... pure awesome. Love it.

His shitty parents?

Where the hell do you live? 1953?

In court, EVERYBODY’S got a sob story.

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!!

Stop donating to this shit. It’s never a good idea. If the game was good, they’d be able to get real investors.

This is a horrible idea and will likely have the unintended consequence of having people pay even more for college since it’s “free”.

Nothing as long as you don’t have high cholesterol. Of course if you eat too much palm oil you’re going to get high cholesterol...

Exactly. Until every car on the road is a driver-less car (a fucking glorified public transit bus), this shit won’t work.

Yep.

Have you tried the salt and vinegar ones?

Wanting to pass knee-jerk “gun control” legislation every time there’s a tragedy like this is sort of like treating your cancer with aspirin. It might make you feel better for a minute, but the cancer will still be killing you from the inside.