Yeah, but this is an AA Dowd B, so it’s more like an A+++++++++++++++.

Just make a Boeing engineer joke. 

Is this a Tremors prequel?

As a Millennial, there’s one fucking thing my entire generation needs to learn is that doing something “ironically” is still fucking doing it.

Relevant, somehow:

Every time I see an American saddle I recall the fine and noble words of the greatest socialist pisshead poet the world has ever seen:

Do...do you work for Boeing?

Eh, baseball bat to the lower leg is a guaranteed horse kill shot.

A winged* speedo, no less.

To be fair, your editor should’ve caught it.

Dude did get pretty loud, but.

Eh, there was at least one:

Kinda like how if you made a period-accurate Deadwood TV show, all the swearing would sound like Yosemite Sam.

I had to read it for uni, because it’s the only youth book with a male protagonist that the batshit insane 1970s TERFs who run Youth & Children’s Writing courses in Aussie universities find acceptable.

I mean, he’s basically the holotype the “Guy writer who writes in order to bed girls” - he’s the literary equivalent of the guy with the acoustic guitar on the university quadrangle.

American Dad needs to fire his arse and replace him with an actual former East German Olympic ski jump champion with Nazi leanings in the body of a goldfish.

Is a “And Marlon Brando is the Sphere” joke low hanging fruit?

Here’s some dirt: he’s nowhere near as good an author as Sir Terry.

I just want a tooling-up montage where they strap on their Dyneema cassocks, grab their tactical crucifixes, and lock and load Super Soakers with Holy Water.

Bah! Not until he finished the Hovis Bread Cinematic universe.