mar 5 in idea barrages

My fear is that 2020 will have been the Jar-Jar Binks of years: so clearly horrible that you thought it an aberration but, really, it was just setting the bar for the REALLY bad stuff to come, making Jar-Jar’s terriblity look quaint in comparsion.

At this point, I drink so much coffee a day, vampires would consider my ass a Red Bull.

I feel if you could just lighten up the Drizzt Do’urden books A LITTLE, take a little edge off the edgelordliness, they’d be a lot more palatable. Give him a catchphrase. Just spitballing here but have him yell “DROWABUNGA, DUDES!” before he kills.

It’s a new year! There’s nowhere to throw but up!

Whenever we get around to robot judges, your divorce can be as mechanically separated as your Chicken Nuggies are today.

I know you’d get sued if you called your bakery The Yeasty Boys but it’d be one hell of a run.

Imagine, a car stereo so good it makes it worth getting up in the morning. Motivational speakers, if you will.

A weird Irish knock-off of Austin Powers and his catchphrase is “Danger is my… confirmation name.”