It can't be two things?

I have a problem with always wanting to know all kinds of things about my fellow commenters. Sex/gender identity, sexual preference, race, age, religious and political beliefs, location, profession, and on and on. I have to remind myself that none of it is any of my business, and imagine how I'd feel if someone here…

Since I can't remember when or where I heard it, and since a quick google search yielded nothing, I'm going to go with your theory.

Am I remembering correctly that Robert Englund got married in his full Freddy Krueger costume?

You can insinuate it about me if you want, since mine is non-existent.

You mean it didn't make you want to kill yourself?

I'm going to skip the logical arguments and facts and stuff and go straight to the point. You're an asshole.

They got to hear Black Sabbath while they were there, so it's cool.

There's one in my hometown that has a permanent sign saying "God's Corner." Apparently God ignores all the other corners.

I do that with "mo-ron" from Animal House.

"So-crates" still makes me laugh.

It being called The Sounds of Silence should have tipped you off.

Maybe using Rush's excellent song would have saved the movie.

A place full of twits.

'Scuse me while I kiss this guy, who's wrapped up like a douche.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, DAMMIT I WON'T GET FOOLED AGAIN.

Of course not. That might interfere with her ability to use all those pre-written questions.

This is what happens when you stop using your 3:45 broadcast delay.

I hate when I miss the comments that get deleted. I wish AVClub/Disqus had an option where you could go to some other place to see the entire comments section with the deleted comments intact*, but without the option to upvote, downvote, flag, or reply to any comment, the name of the offending user was redacted, and…

That just begs for a laugh track.