It's about me feeling good, not about them feeling bad. Don't you get it?
Anyhow, see you in Confession.

I can't wait until pot is legal so I don't have to hear people regaling me with tales about Edward Bernays, The Marihuana Tax Act 1937, how they've developed glaucoma in their twenties, Lava lamps & tie dyes, how horrible alcohol is, how weed could really cure cancer if the government would just allow it, how awesome…

You use words like "and" and "the".

STOP SMOKING!!!!!!!!

You are bright!

If we can't have a laugh together then what is the point?

I've crossed the Pacific in my brother's 53' yacht. How's that for a sense of adventure?

Self-cannibalism.

This will definitely not suck.

Star Wars is annoying and stupid. The people that love it are even worse.

Menstrual blood is a no go for me. It really freaks me out if I see a bit of blood on my cock. Women should have better sense than to give pussy if their gonna be bleeding.

It's rendered as "ALL'S." FYI

It's hard to take the A.V. Club being understanding of a guy they really hate.
Good on ya for not taking pot shots at a man who is already down. Respect for that.
Hope this guy can get his shit together for the good of his family.

We have to listen to some ridiculous Elvis Christmas album on a cassette that my mother has somehow retained through the years.

If you're being touched by Catherine Keener, you have nothing to complain about.

"I am whatever you say I am, If I wasn't then why would I say I am?

You're so right.

Marlowe's sense of justice is all he has in life. It doesn't change just because his friends are in trouble. (And being strong-armed by the police doesen't really put his hackles up—he gets very by the book with police. He allows them to engage in their foolery while he gets down to work.)

My Indian and Pakistani bros wonder which continent you think they live on.

I'LL BE THE BRO IN MY MOM'S CHEVY TAHOE HYBRID PUMPING OUT TIESTO AND TAKING SNEAKY HITS FROM MY $85 BOWL! MAYBE WE CAN GO TO THE LITTLE LEAGUE HALL OF FAME AFTER I TAKE YOU TO POUNDTOWN (NO HOMO.)