wow how excruciatingly boring

you get the only reason a starving child would ever look into a microwave and cry. what the hell is wrong with everyone on the western hemisphere

when will the rest of the world learn to speak english like us.

it's settled. asian people are better than white people

it is a common optical illusion called mild retardation that inhibits your mind's ability to absorb visual information that is unique and abnormal. it's what's preventing you from thinking that this is a bat. christ.

oh gee, the sixties? wow they really knew how to wear clothes back then. today? today sucks. the sun shined a better color of yelloworange in the sixties. oh my parents were from the sixities, let me wear sunglasses all huge like my stoned idiot parents did.

i have a.d.d because they dropped acid. oh my mom travelled on airplanes before reagan made it something every mouth breathing peasant could do. the sixties, blah, blah, the sixties, too bad when our kids decide to go "retro" they'll just end up crying.

hear hear sam, take it as a subtle characteristic of your average neatorama poster: "something huge? WOW! shiny? wow!" Nevermind this guy is a complete douche for positioning his black crotch rocket in the most demure of postures to remind us of how cool he is. oh and as for liking the boondock saints? hurry up and find something else to be proud of irish people, rather than remaining a bunch of gangsters who really hate black people.

no no it's actually called iNeedtheconstantaffirmationofmypeersandtheexclusivityofowninganexpensivegadget.

but hey they said the same thing about THE WHEEL.

i have the latest apple product. it's called iManidiot.

really? you think that's cool? how many street urchins do you think they had to brutally strangle (with no less than the last t-shirt they took from another urchin) in order get just the right amount of colored t-shirts

hahaha i've never seen someone so deftly make fun of a disabled person. props, props. (not being facetious)

my box of wine comes with a headache in the morning to remind me how miserable my life is. at least that's what i tell all my pretentious beret wearing a--hole friends.

how fun and eclectic. i'm going to round up all my neighborhood's third graders, tag a bunch of sats and say "the dutch made me do it! the dutch made me do it!"

i think it's sad that we sit around here, galloping on this huge broadband horse commenting about how sad these poor, poor little brown children who live in india are, aww, how heavy is this first world cross we bear, step aside mother theresa, give me your poor, tired and hungry

i wish i had posted "if this were the life that flashed before my eyes, i'd want to die", but it's only something you'd say to be mean spirited and spiteful. i'm sure the people on these billboards are incredible individuals, filled with the ardor and glowing light of humanity and compassion, with that being said

if this were the life that flashed before my eyes, i'd want to die