Like the colossal map geek I am, I hit Google looking for the building where that clock was stashed. Found the building (burned out from overhead but intact in Street View) but not enough resolution to tell if there's a historic clock around. 

You party good.

“Ground”, as in, “buried in the”?

Try reading this in Bane's voice, it's super.

OK, Internet, standard racist shitstain video drill: render subject unemployable and undateable.

OTOH:

Seconded. Reminds me another ocular curse, from the Simpsons episode where Homer has to pee at the World Trade Center and shoves a very posh rich woman out of his way, and she says, “I certainly hope someone stabs him in the eye.”

Reminds of this saying:

Almost 1am here as I read this, and I snorted out loud at “and dumb”. Perfect.

Arriving late was 100% planned, guaranteed. He wants all eyes in him, doesn’t care what those people think about him.

Image: a Cheeto Puff with all the cheese powder rubbed off one end.

My eyes! My beautiful eyes!! *staggers blindly*

I think the rest of us can agree that your pro-personal elevator stance has been quite clear for some time.

Here at my place of employment, they use liquid nitrogen. One rule of its handling: the big dewar flask of LN2 rides the elevator by itself, because you never know...

Oh hey, I have that Gobot:

You’re doing God’s work here. Or at least kay’s.

Damn, those shorts are lower than my self-esteem.