Sure, if you’re a fucking hack.

No you're not.

Do you radiate “weakness”? This is a thing, and not necessarily your fault. I might, if I were you, take my hoodie down, and my earbuds out, moving forward. Situational awareness is your friend. I say this as a fellow “weak-framed slack”. I am, of course, joking (totally serious). Good luck out there.

“...excuse me...excuse me...”

“Action is taken, confidence is restored” lol

Can you blame her?

UKIP would agree, to Labour’s chagrin.

Hey, if languagelog isn’t curbstomping this usage, it gets a pass.

¡Barrer la pierna! ¡Sin piedad!

Dewd- they should make a 4&20 Blackberry pie, shaaah because Seattle, bro [pushes lock of hair behind ear, nodding expectantly]

100 years from now, when the frozen head of Ken Burns presents 13 hours of reflection on the early 21st century on a privatized PBS, it will be entirely in .GIF form.

When you lean into Scottie Pippen’s fart cloud.

Yeah, I love everything about all this, except the song itself. The lyrics are fine, the sentiment is good, but- whatever, subjectivity. Not sure Prince can be Pete Seeger.

Famous last words.

FOGHAAAT!

Did he only have one leg? So cold.

This is extremely funny, well executed, and exactly what the overblown celebrity chef complex deserves. Well fucking played.

Booze really brings out the pronouns, doesn't it.

Pretty clever.

Trust the approved Jezebel commenters with notions preposterous like OP, I think. More reliable than Gawker MP, anecdotally.