I don't think selling "Dress Bitch" t-shirts over the internet really counts as being a workaholic.

I'd never wear Crocs, but I don't really care if other people do.

Speaking from first-hand experience, I don't think millennials are the audience you want to market this to. Might want to aim a little older, to people who actually have nostalgia about Thriller, and not the generation who grew up knowing him as "that guy who probably molests kids and dangled a baby off a balcony".

Crusty jugglers…

Consistently and thoroughly.

Green eggs and ham?

Wait, Frank Darabont used to work on The Walking Dead?

…No.

It's localized entirely within my kitchen.

Please, eight minutes is a single version.

This is just sort of…weird, rather than bad. And I was expecting bad, considering the sheer hyperbole of the article.

I mostly listen to prog metal, so yes. The longer and stupider the rock opera, the more I'll probably love it (Avantasia and Ayreon are good examples of this).

It's Soul Train, but with dinosaurs.

That obvious Simpsons-baiting worked out even better than expected!

Have you tried moving under the sea?

Fisting?

It was really a lose-lose situation.

I don't know, some of those Quebecois are pretty territorial about maple syrup.

This was around the time I was also exploring the Jim Crow Museum's online resources, so it was just…an onslaught of racist imagery that was hard to deal with (and I'm as white as they come; I can't imagine what looking at that stuff is like for actual Black people).

What if the thing it was touching was Neil Young?