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I promised my daughter that I wouldn't embarrass her by posting.

She said, "Good. Now let's work on your talking."
My kid got herself a tape deck. That means old-school cassettes in the sock.
December 5, 2025 at 5:26 AM
It flies under the radar, but Ronin is also Christmas movie.
November 24, 2025 at 9:15 AM
"I don't know what to do with my hands."

My brother in Christ, that's what cigarettes are for.
November 21, 2025 at 8:24 PM
That's just a Nintendo. You can call it "the Nintendo."
November 20, 2025 at 3:19 PM
Well... It's only to be expected. You know how we Catholics are about birth control.
November 14, 2025 at 2:37 PM
True. Today's politics will bring in a lot of business.
November 10, 2025 at 7:58 AM
This is one of those nights that honestly makes me miss the ability to have a drink while carefully stoking the fire of a lifelong grudge.

We were always going to lose. We didn't have to lose by rolling over.
November 10, 2025 at 4:31 AM
In my younger days, I used to have to shave three times a day to stay presentable at jobs that also tick the boxes, and the idea that I have some sort of claim to masculinity beyond "I really hate paying for shaving cream" is insane. Just infantile shit.
November 9, 2025 at 10:46 PM
Shocking plot twist: You were the real monster all along.
November 8, 2025 at 1:54 AM
Well... Yeah... You don't live in NYC. That makes you just like the rest of Cuomo's base.
October 22, 2025 at 5:56 PM
The Universe: "Platner has a dog named 'Zevon.'"

Me: "Wooo! I like this guy!"

The Universe: "Say, have you heard of the duck who worked for Blackwater and had a Nazi tattoo and sang shirtless at weddings and liked milkshakes?"

Me: "Go, Mills!"
October 21, 2025 at 5:12 PM
Are you kidding? Not only did they crank it, but there was a subset of them *who cranked it to the statues' feet*.
October 21, 2025 at 10:33 AM
Please save a few for the young orcas. They need to learn.
October 13, 2025 at 3:54 AM
Do not even joke about this. I still mourn the day I ran out of old-school Flairs with the properly-ridged barrel. I didn't *have to care* about pens before that. The problem was *solved*.
October 12, 2025 at 6:30 PM
Maybe they just don't appreciate the potato disrespect, Shiv.
October 11, 2025 at 2:09 AM
Statistically, 85% of Bob Dylan superfans are old enough that they can't name the days of the week.
October 9, 2025 at 6:41 PM
I like to think of it as "triumphantly avoiding an emotional collapse."

I've promised myself that's what I'll call it if I ever manage the feat.
October 1, 2025 at 7:01 AM
[standing in line for judgment]

"Just a quick prescreening, Jesse. It says here that you never finished your degree?"
September 21, 2025 at 10:31 PM
If you sell a few of something, it's expensive. If you sell lots of something, it's cheap.
September 20, 2025 at 9:49 PM
Okay, but Ice T should say nothing but "Ice T" as his dialog.
September 19, 2025 at 11:25 AM
Congratulations and sympathies.
September 19, 2025 at 4:48 AM
In fairness, it's consistent with his apparent misreading of Tolkien.
September 16, 2025 at 3:46 AM
They're for your family, Jesse.
September 15, 2025 at 6:49 PM
Serious letdown after the first one. Just a completely unacceptable sequel to Death of Stalin. Like Highlander 2 vs Highlander 1 bad.
September 13, 2025 at 8:39 AM
It's been more than twenty years, and I'm still sore about Carnivale.
September 12, 2025 at 10:54 PM