If you judge the whole Midwest By Missouri, then I reserve the right to the entire northeastern US by the culinary preferences of Philadelphia.

Actually, cats have a terminal velocity of around 100 km/h. This is because they have a low weight-to-surface-area ratio compared to other animals, due to their relatively light bone-structure, and the thickness of their fur creating extra air resistance. They also do a neat little trick where they instinctively…

is that all? I'd be much harsher. It would be 1 year of menial labor out of every 8 years. How shitty the job is would correlate directly with your usual income. If you get fired from your shitty job, you get a different, shittier one, and your year starts over.

I particularly like that this dude's mind is getting blown while he's standing in front of a furry dorito.

Ehhhh- not quite ANYTHING. There's more than a few things that are distracting enough to put me off. More commonly my partner will blurt out some ludicrous non-sequitur while we're doing it (don't ask me why she does this. She just does,) and I'll burst into laughter and be unable to finish.

A artfully dive-like hole-in-the-wall hipster bar in Louisville, KY makes the best fried chicken. I paid like $28 for a plate of goddamn chicken and waffles, but it was some of the best food of any sort I've ever had in my entire life.

It's probably not 'Butter butter.' It's probably '"Butter" butter,' if you catch my meaning.

My bet is that Gaston makes hilariously awkward, outrageously loud grunting noises as he's coming.

When your tea has so much sugar in it that it *crunches* if you chew it, I can't really imagine ranch dressing making it that much worse.

Los Angeles Clippers?

And here I thought it was subcutaneous fat deposits. Silly me!

I humbly submit 'Blake' as the whitest name.

You didn't say it. It just kinda went with your idea of having a list of requirements, which multiple people might fit.

This buffalo is my soul mate. We truly, deeply get each other.

If your ideal partner is one in a million, that just means there's about 320 of them in the US. And 1,240 of them running around India.

I know a couple who just got married a few weeks ago. They're both in their 50s, they both have adult children, and they both lost their respective spouses a few years ago. The two of them seem great for each other- lots of common interests, lots of happiness and love. It was a beautiful wedding, as well.

And shit, he's just barely a talking tree. He's two simple words past being a pokemon.

To be fair, how many male-lead superhero movies don't have a romance arc? I would be pissed if it was a situation where only female superheroes fall in love (because women luuuurve them some unnecessary romance,) but male superheroes don't (because they're stoic and don't need no lady.)

Really? I can totally imagine this fuckwit either not having any friends, or associating only with people on his same level of douchebaggery.

PSH. Cordless screwdrivers are for sissies. If it's not a 10 amp electric drill, you should probably just go home.