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Who posted this at 9:12 this morning?:

This is an amazing comment.

[Nevermind.]

Still waiting for you to tell me where I'm wrong. Or perhaps you could apologize.

Yeah, I'm dumb. Since he prefaced with "without admitting anything," he's saying something legally dubious, meaning that he's "never had an incident [an accident, etc.] where the two activities coincided [driving and smoking]." Thus, a reasonable person would infer that he's driven high plenty of times, but never

I am raising three kids without a spouse because someone had the same attitude as you. Marijuana reduces reactions times and can make a close call deadly. Despite seeing my spouse in the crosswalk, he ran her over because he couldn't stop his car in time. He was going 10 miles an hour and my spouse couldn't get out

Cornburner.

When my kids get advised not to talk to strangers, the advice "DON'T ABDUCT" is typically omitted.

As someone who regularly hires for IT positions, I get thirty resumes of male candidates for every one of a female candidate. I wish I had more women working for me than I do, but the demographics of those who apply for advertised positions make it very difficult.

As a former Canadian, he should have put a jersey on the guy, pulled the jersey over his head and then punched him.

"[C]haracters like Gorgeous George and Goldust resort to stereotypes for some cheap gay panic heat."

All my X's live in Texas.

Impossible. All of Skwissgar's mates are post-menopausal.

Is there a better exemplification of Jezebel superficiality than this? A celebrity man writes an intentionally twee and adolescent letter to a celebrity woman. All the while, the celebrity man is a total jerk, very much putting on a show for the idealistic celebrity woman. And this blog would rather focus on the

Yet another pro athlete with loose molars.

Oh, you're still wrong; just wrong in a different way than I thought. I was just gracefully backing out myself. You have a conveniently simplistic idea of how these relationships work, one that just supports your own victimization.

So sorry, I didn't have the privilege of knowing the canned meaning of "second shift." I apologize for making you stoop to my level.