I mean I know you guys don’t give a fuck but can you try not to spoil this shit so easily.  I didn’t even realize this was a masked singer article until I read it in the damn thing. 

6 foot is tall, and for an actor it’s very tall. 6' and a lean 200 lbs is fairly muscular.

I am 6'3 and people still comment on my height like I am Shaq. I kinda get with he is saying. 

I know that it’s easy to say he’s good looking, he gets paid quite well to be impossibly muscular, and what straight man wouldn’t enjoy that kind of attention from women, so what does he have to complain about. But I’ve read multiple interviews with him where his feelings about his body and the unhealthy things he…

An Israeli moving into someone else’s space without permission? Surely you jest.

Accepting that it was, you can’t blast a bunch of sediment into a stream that doesn’t normally have it even if it is on your property, because it will flow downstream. Same reason construction sites put up silt fencing.

The only reason I can even think of the property owner getting the ticket is if they knew what he was going to do and gave him permission to come on their property to do it. Even in that case both of them should be getting charged.

And lo, the number of the rails shall be three. And three shall be the number. No more, no less. Two shall not be the number, unless immediately proceeding three. Four is right out.

He's 6, you berk. And experiences human emotions.

Buying accelerators to hatch eggs is like buying keys to open lootboxes. It’s much of a muchness.

Are you paying money for a random chance at getting something you want? That’s a lootbox, end of story.

Very bad take.

1997, folks. NAS was just file servers.

Absolutely true. ‘My guardian’s coffee has gone cold! A simple act of heat dissipation? Or... Savathun’s vicious manipulations taking dire root?!?!?!’ 

I haven’t seen this show nor am I likely to ever, but I can’t stand the “Robpine” name. Make it “Robopine” or “Robupine”. Otherwise it just sounds like an obscure relative of Chris Pine’s.

I think that’s a good point that the movie does not convey particularly clearly or skillfully!

You want me to be Billy Ray Valentine when he invites everyone over to celebrate his good fortune, but instead I’m Billy Ray Valentine yelling at everyone to get the hell out of his house and stop messing with his stuff!

“Dunder Mifflin Chevrolet, may I help you?”

Did you spot the other big mistake? It appears to be made out of some sort of fabric instead of metal.

I really appreciate your writing, but giving a crackpot former blogger from TTAC (of all places) the title of “Automotive Journalist” is a little much.