No, but it would’ve confined them to their parents’ basements, where they belong. 

“We gave people with no social skills power over most of society! What could possibly go wrong?"

I hope Sam Altman gets violently, painfully fisted into prolapse by his sexbot.

You know who they need to replace Sparrow with?

Will she be fangin’ durries on screen?

...sensibly priced at a dollar a jug. 

“That’s not Bill Clinton! That’s just one of your drunken hillbilly bears!”

“Oooooh, yew or-most ‘ad me!”

I still think “Deep...and crisp...and crunchy...” whenever I hear “Good King Wencelas”.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to put on some leather and go get spanked. 

I DIDN’T ASK TO BE SECRETARY OF BALLOON DOGGIES: THE BALLOON DOGGIES DEMANDED IT.

One of my many favourite Duke gags is when he’s in Jay’s apartment to offer Jay his job back and Jay asks “How did you get in?” and Duke casually buffs his nails on his shirt and says “Oh, I have my ways...” and then the camera pans over to a perfectly Duke-shaped hole in the wall.

“Mr. Dampier! It’s the Madre De Nuestra Salvador! And by God, she’s fairly plump with silver! She’s riding low enough to swamp her gun ports- Shall I rig for- Mr. Dampier? Sir?”

I used to think that these kids got bullied too much in school, but more and more I’m of the believe they didn’t get bullied enough. 

Yeah, it didn’t watch till the end, but.

You. Me. We get that Crazy Bill Dampier movie petition going.

Why does every terminally-online digital artist make their subjects raving alcoholics?

That’s good! 

“IF”? More like “OOOF”, amirite?

It’s not so much the royal we as it is bog-standard-issue ragebaiting: it’s designed to drive engagement by making assumptions about your taste, saying something about you with zero evidence and so forcing you to dispute them.