So I’m not the only one whose mind immediately went to MST3K when I read the article. Ole!

It’s such a thing with him that I’m not convinced it’s not some kind of performance art. It’s so anti-radio, anti-audience, just perversely hard to listen to! I feel like he should know that, but I also feel like he’s the kind of dude who assumes everything he does is fascinating, no matter how mundane.

I’m late to the party, but I propose we make “footie” a thing in the US. Because I love when I hear Australians call it footie.

Thank you. My thoughts exactly.

My brother and I both should’ve done that. We’re both smart people but were emotionally immature. Our stepmom, a rigidly by-the-book type, pushed us both to go and we both dropped out freshman year bc we just weren’t ready.

That happened in my neighborhood too, except in our case, the person also took my mom’s prescription sunglasses... And left behind a huge red translucent plastic bong. People think I’m joking but I’m not. And my mom actually believed it was mine, bc I was a teenager. I’m dumb but not THAT dumb.

She exercises! And eats totally healthy! Her doctor doesn’t know what he or she is talking about!!

I don’t follow golf much, but this isn’t Tiger’s first back surgery either, is it? Seems like it’d be even harder to return to form after multiple surgeries. Especially if you just go out there cold and swing, like CromartiesKids said.

Thank you to you and OldBeigeGuy. I’ve got lots of articles to read now. Love when commenters fight vague statements with actual facts. (No sarcasm.)

And like my uncle who was also obsessed with the Soviets long after they were a thing, he’s got the terrible skintone + bleary red eyes thing going on.

I will never not laugh at these photoshops. Well done.

Thank you. I live to please with my scintillating anecdotes.

Apropos of nothing, I made the mistake of reading your username as “assmallcat.” As in, Ass Mall Cat. I was intrigued and confused by this, and then I decided to put my glasses back on. Cool story, Self!

My mom’s former coworker at a bank in a podunk little southern town named her kid Brooklyn and claimed never to have heard of Brooklyn, NY before when my mom asked about it. I’m not sure that anyone could really be that ignorant/sheltered, but I don’t know...

The Mormon tradition of mashing together two relatives’ names and giving the horrific result to the new generation really wigs me out. I used to know an Elizafer (Elizabeth and Jennifer), until she moved to... Utah, to attend BYU. Somehow you knew that was how that sentence would end.

I actually know someone whose kid is named Rayden. Of course they spelled it with a Y!

It’s funny, bc novelist Jean Shepherd goes on about exactly that in one of his short semi-autobiographical stories about his teen years (he played sousaphone in the high school band, of course)... But the rest of that story and almost all the others about his childhood and teen years center on his various failures and…

No! Leave the sheet off! The cool air feels good! *waggles terrifying limbs*

Yeah! His incoherent ranting about #loyalty and #kidsthesedays was COMPLETELY UNRELATED to the matter at hand!

I’m starring this as much for your avatar of one of the best comedy moments ever as for the sentiment itself, which I do heartily cosign.