You win the prize for my favorite comment so far.

The editor would encourage you by playing "you got it! You got it!" and "Just like that!" soundbites whenever you place a tile.

Sometimes I feel like a squid and a kid. But rarely in the same meal.

The current analog of this would be messing around with jump-blocks and Goombas, getting bored and going out to chew on mushrooms while sliding down a flagpole.

"Awwwww yeeeeahhh…"

It can be four things!

As someone who experienced some very mind-bending online harassment, I sort of know what our commenter friend is going through…but what you're describing is twelve times creepier than what I experienced. I'll be vigilant in keeping my eyes open for repeats of this disgusting behavior.

I take it this has happened before, then?

Companionship and emotional support, maybe? And what about procreation? Who else will bring forth the next generation of little Diklets?

I'd rather have a God Complex than a Complex God.

Currently my crushing depression and medications I take for said crushing depression reduce my libido down to nearly zero. When it does poke its head out, that libido pushes me towards some really screwed up fantasies. Luckily, I have a very patient, understanding, and supportive girlfriend who doesn't mind that…

If you have a God complex, that means you think of yourself as omnipresent, right? In that case, you're never alone! Two problems solved just like that.

I once fell in love with a man because I was intensely attracted to his Truck Nutz.

Masterpiece Transformers is that little figurine of Alastair Cooke that becomes a moped, right?

I think you mean "Pattons Oswalt."

What the hell is wrong with these people? The discount display-model coffee makers are just sitting there! Sure, there's no Yoda stenciled on the carafe, but a bargain's a bargain.

No water turning into cherry wine here, I take it.

Quick poll: who deserves/deserved the most kick-ass memorial? Lemmy, Keef, or Christopher Lee?

*Watching from just off camera, Lenny and Squiggy helpfully call out "Bosco!"*

Is getting "well" really what we want from Lemmy? Given his default existence is that of Pure Embodiment of All That Rock 'n' Roll Has Promised Us, wellness seems beside the point. We need him to persist. We need him to survive. We need him to wander out of the wreckage and black smoke of the harrowing explosion that…