One of my boy scout buddies, along with about six other dudes, murdered a gay man in the club district of my town.

Does it still count if the founder is long, long gone?

Sounds like you've never offered your gal a tag-team experience, if you have to resort to trickery.

No, Underdog.

Condiment King has been officially in the comics for about twenty years now. He moved to the big leagues!

Seems to be a hoax.

You lucked out. Many, many dads suuuuuuck.

WE'RE TALKING ABOUT A TOTALLY OUTRAGEOUS PARADIGM!!!

You may ask away!

*triumphant music swells*

YOU GUESS WRONG, MOTHERFUCKER!!!

The sunlight exposed him to *snort* a world of beauty and happiness.

Thank you for this piece.

Ditto.

Exactly. It was snarkasm, and obviously so.

It took you four months to come up with…well, that?

I still own mine!

Bless you, Mr. Coogin.

Long, long ago, I perused a collection of David Letterman Top Ten Lists at a book store, and found "The Ten Worst Ben & Jerry's Flavors", which included Hitler RIpple and Little Filaments O' Tungsten.

You're neglecting his greatest and most important role: