I have a friend who is a firm advocate of your theory. He calls it the “Country Whopper Effect” and will bore you to tears with his subpoints and supporting arguments.

The lack of love for the hitterbox in these comments is disappointing.

The lack of love for the hitterbox in these comments is disappointing.

“Brother” is not an improvement on “bro.” It reeks of artificial intimacy, forced earnestness, and clumsily attempted commiseration. Only Randy Savage can credibly pull it off.

Just take the L, dude. It’s fine to misunderstand or misinterpret the topic - yours was a reasonable enough wrong turn to make. But quit doubling and tripling down on the idea that you’ve somehow answered the question that really needed to be asked, or that your initial response somehow makes any contextual sense…

This guy sure has strong opinions about the firmness of his ass pickles.

You’re overthinking it. Nobody is being defrauded. On the contrary, those who were blind can now see, the crippled can walk, the poobutts are clean, etc. There is no “useless kit” that you describe.

My anus and I both reside in Chicago where it is sometimes cold, and I suspect that it’s just a lot of hot air if you claim to have needed idiots on the internet to tell you that a bidet with a hot water connection or electric power will take longer to install than the ~30 (not 90) minutes it takes to install one with…

I would assume that my anus is of average ruggedness, heartiness, and temperature-sensitivity, and I don’t find the non-heated water temperature to be an issue, nor does my wife who also sports a presumably similarly average anus.

I’d track you down (let me guess- Portland?) and assault you for a tray full of O.G. Chicken Littles.

Nice.

I’d like to test a Vantablack car’s susceptibility to LIDAR-based speeding tickets.

I feel the same way. I’ve had two in the past, and will be getting another one or two once my toddler is a few months older. I’ve worked closely with a group in Florida for a while. As far as the racing goes, I think the truth of the situation lies somewhere between both extremes. I’m pretty bummed that realistically…

Huh. I saw this headline and just assumed it was an article about the entire NBC Sports broadcast team’s effusive, unrestrained, constant, and indefensible adoration of Santino Ferrucci.

Thanks for stopping by, Mr. Sowell.

Dang ‘ol Roy Williams is more cloyingly folksy than Bobby Bowden.

Yeah, they sound like a crime in progress.  Always at some ungodly early hour, too.

They’re like cockroach antennae.

Don’t forget that one cruise ship (often full of useless eaters) can produce as much pollution in a day as a million cars.

I’d like to get baked and talk to you.