Well, since the world's ending, I'm going to hell anyway, and you brought up SirTruthington, I may as well post my most offensive Photoshop ever.

My childhood is officially over.

Yeah, I did that with a Photoshop last week. It was so amazingly offensive, I felt like a douche posting it on DUAN.

I don't know about that, but if we ever get e-mail reply notifications back, I will plotz myself.

The music library on his iPood really stinks.

If this is true, the first intern to insert "My pick for MVP? AMiamidolphin Hilter" into Berman's teleprompter will never have to buy a beer again.

She apparently misunderstood his self-professed affection for fat pussy.

I'm not a huge fan of the show - I'll tolerate it if absolutely nothing is on, but I don't go out of my way to watch it.

Mutton wrong with having a little fun.

Coincidentally, "Blowing A Pink Whistle" is the title of Tim Donaghy's next tell-all prison memoir.

I don't link anything together. Facebook and Twitter are distinct entities in my world; I remain anonymous on Twitter. Plus, every time I see some toolbag on Facebook who has linked their Twitter account, I always tell myself I am THIS CLOSE to outright blocking them from my feed. It gets annoying.

You liked Click? You truly are a monster.

Finally, "hearting" someone on Deadspin goes back to its original meaning, instead of being the next-to-last step in Uwe's ritual human sacrifices.

Philly.com links don't seem to want to work correctly. Try [bit.ly]

I am heartened over developments with Welts and Sheridan in recent days, but it is heartbreaking all the same. And then I read about crap like this, which happened in my (and Sheridan's) former hometown, and get pissed all over again:

My mother: Enter the Naggin'

Belladonna: Enter the Gaggin'

+1. You're quite the joker, aren't you.

3-0 Lightning? Well, at least Boston is finally having a proper moment of silence.

I'm more impressed that Gus Johnson knows Finnish.