Check it out: I can be a treats-driven grub, data narcissist, and lose some e-pissing contest all while never taking my thumbs off the gamepad.

Oof. That’s awful.

As with phone trees and telemarketing, there are bursts of angry frustration thrown back through email that hit what few innocent humans are still somewhere in those mass-mail systems.

“Did’shoo know that *hic* Spotify thinksh I am twelve years old?”

Y'all gonna have to find that bit about Mike Myers calling the intellect a Bailey bridge some other way. (Season 14, Ep. 2, 2008)