Being a meme used to mean something.

Okay, I was going to go back into remission, but Holy shit, this is genius.

YOU WILL PLAY IT.

Das Hotten-Trotten.

This one comes to us by way of a marvellous Ghetto Queen... no, not that kind of ghetto. It made my night, and I hope it makes yours too.

What do you get the Fuhrer who has everything, and wants it handmade?

Yeah. Also, because it's worth it:





I gave you positive feedback, big daddy.

Novel Accuracy my Single Testicle.

So, I haven't read the book, but I knew what was gonna happen.

Apparently, Big Daddy didn't.



Oops!

Belated baby.

Sorry to miss your birthday, big daddy. I hope you are not too disappointed by my failure to send you a crotch rocket greeting card or bake you a cake.

To make up for it, I thought I'd link you a little commemorative gift: Howsabout 93+ of your all-time best speeches, in one nice, streaming package?

Well almost. There's some technical issues with a few of them, but don't let that upset you. Well, not too much. But if you feel a rant coming on...

No no, don't thank me. Thank /you/, big daddy. For all the good times. The X-box tourneys, the twitter downtimes.

The lulz.

I need to twitter this.

I am beginning to think that I need to compile a comprehensive list of luylztastic videos based on that one scene from that one movie where there's all the fail and death.

But then, that would be almost like efficient paperwork. Yeah, I don't do that anymore. Nien.

So:



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