NOOOOOOOOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION WALT WHITMAN!

Also, I'm so terribly, terribly amused by the whole lettuce thing that there are no words.

I have met the true masters of mockery, and they're from Saskatoon.

In other news, I no longer have hair.

*gags, chokes, dies*

Slate calls me a bloodthirsty misanthrope. Sounds good to me!

Choose Your Own Apocalypse

Oh Etsy... you contain both the best and the worst of the internets.

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This is an utterly extraordinary blog entry, that manages to do what every museum in the world tries to do, and most fail to. Just fantastic.

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I...I....

Can I mock him? Or would that make me a bad person? Or perhaps an anti-Goddess, wreaking havoc and dismay wherever I tread!