"Excuse me sir, but this USB drive is covered in excrement"

"Oh! Sorry, that's the wrong one. I gave you the USB-bootable copy of XP I carry around on my keychain. Let me just grab the Linux distro that I stashed up my ass!"

Full of win!

EULA BE SORRY!!!!

Ugh. Sorry.

Because science is EBIL. Meanwhile lets make sure every parent can make an "informed choice" between Darwin and "intelligent design". Oh and cigarettes and alcohol, you guys can stay too. But no strange cancer curing drugs. (We've run out of surgeon general health warning stickers)

No such animal. I would think that DRM programmers more than anyone would know its like a battle against terminal illness. You can deter and delay, but the house always wins.

That is not dead, which can eternal lie, and there are strange bubbly stinky pits in the Caribbean where even death may die.

Hahaha, you uncovered my craftily disguised single entendre!

The exclusion of Goatse from any pictorial erotica collection would be leaving a significant hole...

I play games to *avoid* interacting with humans. Plus I spent way too much time punching keys trying to get Keen4 or any of my point-n-click Sierra games to work, to live without a console.

Yeah, that was awesome!

Reminds me of Unicron munching down on Cybertron in the first Transformers movie. Orson Wells was rad.