The old bromide goes, “Arguing on the Internet is like running in the Special Olympics. Even if you win, you're still retarded.”
Now, part of me wishes I got to wear a helmet and spend all day thinking about why certain clouds are puffy, but the rest of me realizes that certain arguments are trite and stupid.
Look, Nick, I started inserting your name as a fill-in-the-blank punchline as a sort of schtick, which I thought was harmless. Apparently, you didn't find it as funny as me and my therapist did. Whatever. It was getting old anyway, and I've got way more comedic chops than that. It's gotten to the point where it's distracting from my actual jokes (which, according to recent comments, may or may not be a good thing), which is why I write here in the first place.
I'm tempted to pepper this with passive-aggressive jabs, but I'm not going to do that. That sort of thing, should be beneath me, and at least temporarily, it is.
Consider me Gaudio joked out. It's not funny anymore, and more importantly, it's not fun. This whole thing is stupid.
A special thanks to me, and me alone.