So how does it feel to be in the bottom 50%?
I've often wondered. I imagine one still assumes that one is above average. Or..wait..you weren't still trying to rescue that horrible spectacularly failed joke, were you? Even with your exposition of it, it's still only mildly amusing in it's context of your time traveling existence in 1982. I assume. I don't really remember it that well to be honest, I was 10.
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a whore. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. @#%^ off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.