New York's hottest club is Garbage Alley. This place has everything: bummers, little sores, and Steve Hickeys, where you can sit by in gleeful judgment while eight gay guys take a dump on your bed.

It's one thing to ask questions like, "Should we characterize German civilians as culturally complicit in the events of the Holocaust, or should we see their collaboration with Nazi policies as acting under duress?" It's another thing to ask, "Should we believe Jews when they talk about 6 million of their people…

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Carry on, my wayward nuns. There'll be peace when you are done.

"...just because I have the right to wear underpants on my head in public while playing the penny whistle solo from My Heart Will Go On on a trombone, it doesn't mean people won't want to get the fuck away from me if I do so."

Question. If it is someone's constitutional right to carry a gun, and I am in a state where it is my constitutional right to kill someone when I feel threatened (re: stand your ground states) can I legally kill all Open Carry folks. Because I personally feel threaten by all of them. And I think that their…

John the Baptist cried out in the wilderness and people went out to listen to him. This guy cried out in the middle of the town square and everyone left. I don't know about you, but I'd say that's a clear hint from God.

"Sorry for my language. I just can't deal with this."

That is just straight-up terrifying. If I saw a group of men with assault rifles in a public place, I wouldn't even assume it was an armed robbery, I'd assume it was a planned mass shooting.

Thank Cod for mutts.

Freak in the streets, neat in the sheets.

We have happy healthy dogs!

I look like one of those dancing hippos from Fantastia when I am working out and I sweat like Robin Williams at the height of his cocaine years. Sexiness is the last thing on my mind.

Tissue boxes: not just for kittens. Fat asses love 'em too.

File this under: "Being a Woman - whatever you're doing, you're doing it wrong."

After a brief foray into the comments section:

I love Bob Dylan, but can we all agree that "Just Like a Woman" is a creepy love song and an even creepier euology song?

Aw, don't be scared! It's a Dumbo Octopus! How can anything named after Dumbo be anything but adorable and sweet? I love their widdle ear-wing-fins.

I love it when you call me Dick Popper. Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player.

What's weirder is that his wife's maiden name is "Popatwat"