Casual Misanthropy | Page 7

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Enough with the holiday foreplay. No matter how hard you try to stretch it out, Christmas still only comes once a year.

Celebrities, columnists, God, and fictional narrators alike weigh in on the troubled and angst-filled life that spilled over onto the Internet.

Hell is full of realtors, Blockbuster employees, and bouncers. Not like you wanted to wait in line for warm, overpriced beer anyway.

Whatever you love—the 70's, the 80's, the 90's, the future, 3D television—rest assured VH1 is working hard to make it mediocre.

The Red Sox have finally done it, and Justin can come out of his superstitious hole in style. Not that we believe in Curses.

Nobody ever said calling home from college would be easy. E.T. phone HOOOOOOMMME!!

When connecting your computer to a wireless router requires 4 hours of infuriating technical support, you've hit a big NO COMPLY.

The only thing worse than chronic allergies? Terminal illness. Although after enough sore throats you might feel like dying.

Ben Savage isn't dead because he will forever live in Justin's heart. He also just plain isn't dead... can't say the same for his career.

In the past, infomercials were all but useless crap. Enter Doggy-Steps, the only product guaranteed to tap your Achilles pet heel and wallet.

You know THAT GUY. In fact, you probably know all ten types of them. And you've hated every minute of their annoying existence.

Most people could skate by calling Lord of the Rings or Back to the Future their favorite trilogy. But Justin's got the Flying V for you.