Well, then it really ought to be a story about the rampant use of performance enhancing drugs in the cutthroat, treacherous world of AV Club commenter constructive criticism. Your 'roid rage is showing.

God snickers and people, um, do yoga.

Hee hee hee. Of course you were.

By "this" I assume you're referring to your own comment.

I like Jiminy Glick a lot, but I cut Marty a lot of slack because he has developed a few really great characters in his career, and Jiminy Glick was one of my all time favorites. Jiminy Glick back in the day was so perfectly timed. When all the infotainment shows were really exploding all over the dial it was great to…

How do ya transfigure that?

Blind much?!

Ssshhhh. Behave!

Only if those breasts have been adequately stimulated with a prolonged steady rhythmic churning motion could you fairly describe them as butter tubs. Otherwise, they're just ordinary unpasteurized milk cans.

Yes, you have natural animalistic urges, we get that. But what about your cholesterol?!

Didn't pay attention to the Maya & Marty show?! Heathen! Philistine!! Poopy Head!!!

His Lonely Island vids and his SNL Digital Shorts were all great, original and funny, but as a comedian he's usually doing an inferior Norm MacDonald or even an imitation Adam Sandler. His ultra ironic super self conscious shtick is better received by younger, less experienced audiences who might not be aware of…

Pulls his own arms clean off. They're stuck onto the bar and his shoulder sockets are squirting blood as Phil looks around confused and dazed.

And you have shit commenting style. Aha!

Ah, but is the absorbency of your strap-on superior to that of a common tampon? See, there's the crux of the biscuit!

Yes, just as the level of duplicitous treachery has escalated so quickly in the realm of political shenanigans. We are being conned, duped and swindled more blatantly, more nakedly every day by preposterously corrupt and depraved charlatans, and yet we bicker amongst ourselves like nervous timid housefraus, nipping…

His mother and my mother are bobsledding partners.

They work exactly as the adorable imaginary childish toys they are.

It really ought to be a story about the rampant use of performance enhancing drugs in the grueling sport of curling. Curling is a world of cutthroat treacherous villainy.

Most professional nerds suffer from critical, gaping inadequacies when it comes to being a human. But we cut them slack, don't we, 'cause we're good folk, aren't we. Yes, we are. Now apologize to the nice AV Club.