So many of us think our time is more precious than everyone else's. Turns out nobody is special. Act accordingly.
After decades of poorly opinionated comebacks, we've learned that facts are the only way to make someone come over to your side. Or eat their own words.
But mostly, nobody knows what the hell is going on and just want to hear themselves talk.
Dude. Being very "undude" is like the worst, and probably the best way to round up how uncool somebody is.
Sam Elliott is just our fucking hero. Brevity, laconic, terse. These are things we'd be better off having people describe us as. But then again, that's assuming anybody gives enough shits to talk about you that much.
If we went to trial, this is probably the only thing we'd ever say. And we'd be acquitted.
Appropriate to the times, especially if you're from New England, or if you just love Tom Brady, which it seems everyone does.
Steve Buscemi always gave us the creeps growing up, but John Goodman has always been in our hearts. Thank goodness Roseanne is back.
And now, a moment of silence as we thank the Dude and all the other dudes of The Big Lebowski for 20 years of greatness and good advice.
And so does Sam.