Where's the funny? 
It might as well be in the center of a fucking hidden temple. 

Everytime I go to read the comment threads, it's like I have to negotiate an obstacle course of repetitive crap.  I've got my helmet on, so here I go… won't you join me?


Why do we depend on stereotypes so much when we make a joke?

I don't know where we get these absurd ideas from.




So what if some guys get a little too excited over holding a beer?  What does that have to do with rape?








What the fuck?







And so what if some races tend to be more opportunistic?