This took me a good...full minute? to realize that I wasn’t supposed to be looking at Pointing Guy (“Yeah, I guess...he’s a big fan?”).

I want to read this over and over again.

However, these companies must be up-front about how they monetize so that the user has a choice.

Happy to read that you refer to them as “Shants,” as I did during my high school days (although to be fair, I wouldn’t dare ‘shant’ jeans...I classed it up with Ben Davis Shants).

My wife would have you by the short and curlies for not putting Olivia at the top (and for omitting her altogether). I might keep it clean downstairs, but I still tend to agree with her in this instance.

Hahaha, or is it that Shrayber is the one getting off...?

It is not eugenics to protect your children from a devastating disease.

I’m just surprised that the automatic go-to isn’t drew@deadspin.com.

I was SHOCKED to learn that anything above 200mg of ibuprofen required a ‘scrip. I’ve been living in Mexico the past seven years and the giant bottle of 400 or 600’s from Costco was my go-to.

This is good Kinja.

I used to be on board with this, until now. This is precisely the kind of topic(s) that will get me to listen to a Deadcast, which I plan to do as soon as I publish this comment (sleeping housemates, be damned...sorrynotsorry, can’t find my headphones). Am I a shameless Magary fan? Maybe (probably). Do I care about…

Good Kinja.

CLEARLY his response was an automated, drunken one to what he thought was a proposition for sex ("Want some?"). Which proves, undoubtedly, that he was indeed drunk.

I awoke one morning to what felt like a pimple in the soft, fleshy part of my earlobe. Being human, I quickly began the process of expunging this (surprisingly decent-sized) ball of mystery from my body. And I was not let down in terms of "production."

This times a thousand...when I first heard that song on the radio I was like, "Whaaaaa...? The Time are BACK, BABY."

You should try soaking pineapple chunks in dark rum and then grilling them. Tastes. So. Good. Perfect for debauched pool parties.

This is phenomenal.

This really needs to be mentioned (I didn't see it in the comments):

Eighteen years old and driving a POS Honda that lost it's luster sometime two decades prior. The setup is that we met each other as potential date material, put together by our mutual friends. Well that never worked out, but we became fast friends. Fast forward a few years and she's currently in the middle of an…

Don't we all...don't we all...