The only whole albums I ever bought were the Beastie Boys. Let's go with Hello Nasty and move on!

Math makes me feel about the same way a cordless drill would. It's a tool.

I'd be all like, hold up, wait a minute, STOP! Wait for me!

thinking, I'll bet that world make some tasty hay.

Хотел бы я знать.

make great coat racks.

People don't buy music from lame bullshit artists. I'd have to find a kid with gold teeth and ripped abs to perform.

Saturday morning cartoons. Watching them was a dangerous subversive act that had to be done in secret in our home.

Radiohead. only slightly less depressing than cheese crackers.

Give. Duh.

I decline, on account of there is no way to out-awesome @STG4Dummies so I refuse to try.

I do it as soon as I get my W2. I get little back, or I pay. On a related note, anybody wanna have some kids?

Yes sure. To get a girlfriend.

A paper sack is about my only hope.

Why, I was just about to make my weekly 2 AM grocery run.

I'm not a people person.

I'm a failed experimental cybernetic enhanced human aboard a Federation vessel. My primary function is to polish Captain Picard's head.

Jingleheimer.

How the most innocuous comment can become a harbinger of Armageddon. This is Newton's Seventh Law (I made up a couple of others previously):

In a given statement 'n' to a woman, as the amount of ways n can be interpreted increases, the probability that statement will be interpreted as hurtful/offensive/insulting by the woman approaches 1.

Trilobite.