He may be one of those /iamverysmart assholes who was actually able to bullshit enough people just long enough to make it big (a GM job at any NBA franchise is fucking big) before he got exposed or everyone got tired of his word saladry.

I liked how the plot was to drive in one direction for a while killing shit, and then turn around and kill shit all the way back home, at which point the movie ended.

So, do they have to stay labeled “rabid” “conspiracy theorists” if they’re fucking right? That lady ain’t healthy.

Self-employed contractor here, doing my happy dance.

I tried to click the follow button on the tweet image reflexively, twice.

I get it, no worries.

So, I don’t really give a shit about much except for pedantic corrections like these: saying “retracted” is meaningless if you don’t, like, delete your comment, you know? It’s still you wishing someone would get raped.

Has there been an additional report on how his rehab will be defended from his attacks? Can someone maybe have a talk with him? Should I take some phrases less literally?

I laughed

Oh my god, let me alter that to more accurately reflect what my rugrat does: Papa? Papa? Papa? *BAM BAM BAM* Papa? Papa? Papa? *BAM* PAAAAPAAAA. PAAAAAAAAAAAAPAAAAA. PAPA. PAPA. PAPA. PAPA. PAPA. *BAM BAM BAM* PAPA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? CAN I COME IN?! *BAM* Papapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapa...(repeats until…

All well and good except I request all Utah parks be removed from the list because they all totally suck, and you would-be visitors can just stay out too. I’m not good at sharing my things with others, and Utah is mine.

I fucking love this song. All is forgiven. Instead of hoping you all get fired tomorrow, I want you to get a short but painful whipping and then be released back into the blogger pen to feed and brainstorm more try-hard edgy narrative for pennies in a pointless metropolis.

He lost by mercy rule because the judges misinterpreted his own-back-patting, I feel safe in assuming.

I really enjoy that photo.

I remember how he wasn’t charged, and while we might all have some quibbles with how our justice system works (like...it doesn’t oppress white people enough, that’s for sure, amirite gawker commenters?), I’m pretty goddamn sure that if there was enough available evidence to charge him with murder, he would have been.

I love this. It’s beautiful advice, and I want everyone to follow it.

the great American tradition of doing whatever the hell you want

Insignificant person challenges significant person (who owes the insignificant person absolutely fucking nothing) to a fight over an amount of money insignificant to the significant person, thus making the acceptance of the challenge obviously unlikely.

I can’t back this up with stats because of laziness and recency bias, but he starts EVERY FUCKING SEASON SLOW. Remember his weird bat-leaning thing in the spring? He gets in his own head, completely forgets how to hit for a while, and then after the all star break remembers how to hit again. Every got dang year.

Votto is my favorite player, and while he rarely gets on deadspin, I believe each of those 3-4 articles is amazing.