I admire someone who gives 110%!

Oh please. It's a tool like anything else. I woke up at 6am to run through a snow storm this morning, and I had my fitbit on.

Look, I'm going to have to side with the customers here. It's called a motherfucking No Rules burger, and you goose-step your way to their table and start imposing all these rules. Maybe they're willing to pay an extra 75 cents to get up on that high wire without a net, man.

I'm not really sure how there can be any other answer. They should have just acknowledged that in the OP and said anything but a motherfucking T-Rex.

There's really very little I enjoy more than taking these hypotheticals VERY SERIOUSLY.

This is just wrong. Imagine a scenario where Day 1 the monk travels at the speed of light to the last foot before the end of the journey, and just waits there for 11 hours, 59.999999999 minutes.

Voltron, easy. Devestator can't fly, is lumbering.

Which one is more dependent on oil?

Admittedly, I'm not the biggest Macross fan, but DOES SDF-1 HAVE A BLAZING SWORD?!?!?!

This is the article:

On listening to the radio piece...it seems like most of his donations are going to some unaccredited college in the Bay Area which is a huge red flag. The stuff about putting his picture and by-line on a production written by women to as, "why are women in tech invisible" also makes me think the guy is a bullshitter…

I mean, are you sure he hasn't done that? Telling a reporter, "you should talk to ____," will not necessarily result in a reporter using that person in their story or even talking to them, at all.

Goddamn. Well played.

No worries, I was just foolin'.

Pubes, bruh.

For the stand-up guy: take that as an opportunity to discuss every humiliating, soul-crushing bit of knowledge you have about the other people in the league.

Someone want to take a stab at explaining why it's so obvious that Beyonce should have won without including claims from personal preference?

Right, I get what they thought they were doing, but "transferring" a robot brain into a human host is a fucking bizarre thing. What was the essence of the "robot" that could separated from the actual machine? Are there robot souls?

What was the name of that restaurant? Asking for a friend.

There is a significantly higher chance that I will just eat an incorrect order vs. going through the process of sending it back.