I have learned from a long history of trying to push unreasonably angry Gawker commenters into completely losing their shit that one of the easiest ways is to allude to their frothing at the mouth. I imagine the same would be true of Christie-types.

It honestly looks like the guy he’s hugging is doing everything in his feeble strength to hold him at bay while still maintaining the facade like it’s funny in order not to cause a scene.

Something you should probably worry about more, then.

Starting at a number that is greater than the fingers available on both hands seems particularly cruel.

Just please don’t leave any immigrants on my doorstep - someone’s been stealing all the packages from my porch. Please leave a note indicating where I can pick-up in person.

Question: do you think he’s long enough to actually penetrate the sideleg despite the paunch, or do you think he has more upper-arm strength than one would suspect, in order to compress the paunch sufficiently to initiate docking procedure?

What, would you prefer I give someone else’s opinions, while commenting under my own screenname in the comments section of a popular opinion-based website? If the way things work offends you, feel free to keep scrolling, or you know, keep panting your moist breath all over my balls all the time, whatever.

School’s started. Don’t you have homework to do?

And I hope that one day you realize that it’s not worth frothing at the mouth over the lives of people who don’t care whether you live or die, by which I mean both the people in this story and myself. Grow up, meager child. Grow up.

The image of Christie going nuclear pleases me on a level I can’t even explain, mostly because I enjoy watching people I dislike get frustrated by reality at every turn. I feel for whoever’s standing closest to him, though, because they’re going to be showered in all of his unrestrained froth.

For things like “chocolate” diamonds that were literally resigned to industrial uses before someone figured out how to spin it, I tend to agree, but rarity does drive desirability, and there are a few colors that are a lot rarer than your average white diamond.

Now, I understand why some things are linguistically always “someone else’s problem” (English people call venereal diseases “French,” French people call them “Spanish,” etc., because who wants to fess up that they’re the source of all the syphilis going around?) but why, oh why, would you let someone else get all the…

I can understand it if you were perhaps lacking something in the family that raised you - if you in some sense didn’t have a dad, you know? But I have a great dad, so my need to get info on the guy who impregnated my mom (and occasionally put her in the hospital with his fist) is less than zero. Even for medical info,…

I hope you’re looking forward to getting mortally-wounded Gawker-style comments both from white boys and their confusingly-large mass of supporters IRL forever.

It’s 100% the blue diamonds making up that cost, not the center stone.

The blue accent stones are likely driving up the price much, much more than the center stone - blue diamonds are very, very rare, and if they’re a good color they could easily make up for the discrepancy.

Put a cool wet rag on your forehead and go lie in a dim room. You are getting super heated up about some shit that doesn’t matter.

Go soothe your hurts in a Natty Bo, friend.

Hell hath no fury like a white boy who thinks somebody owes him something.

But that statement leaves out the important question of who is doing the coddling. A child can’t coddle itself. Someone grown-up is making the decisions that lead to kids not having a good grasp on what the world is like when they enter it.