I was thoroughly embarrassed by the performance of my team and our fans last night. Reprehensible. There’s no place for it. Sure, they were playing bad hockey, but those select fans gave up another penalty that led to a goal. Disgusting behavior.

Does the editor of this video realize you can censor license plates without having to blur the whole damn screen?

She cried anyway.

Why would you want to burden him with one of those? Don't you think he deserves to have a good time while riding after his years of service?

Most surprising part of the headline.

I’m up here in Quebec all like:

my street doesn’t even get plowed if there is that little on it

I don’t understand the problem with Uber. I’ve used it dozens of times and have never once had any issue. The cars are always cleaner, the drivers always more pleasant and they always actually know where they’re going. You can find negative experiences with taxi cabs just as easily. And any human being can avoid surge…

Awwww. That’s cute. The punter thinks he’s people.

I think you’ll find moral and morale are very different things.

Player: Hello Coach Chip, how are you today?

That’s something you learn to hone while riding a motorcycle really quickly. Only replace “stupidest” with “murderest.”

Ignore them.

Texting and driving is terrible, but if I’m skipping some songs on Spotify at a light I shouldn’t get yelled at by some dick on a bike.

The first comes from the crew at RideApart, which inexplicably gave the rider, Samuel Ayres, a soapbox to stand on after he reprimanded a BMW convertible driver (of course) for playing with his phone at a traffic light. And then the guy clipped him down the road.

Agreed. I’ve had plenty of situations (like everyone has) where you’re nearly hit by someone. I’ll shake my head or hold up my hand questioning what they’re doing, but I’ll never do any more than that. Certainly never felt like cussing someone out was the best course of action...

I’ve gotten used to just shaking my head and keep going, lest the aggressor comes back. At which point, I’m just going to find the nearest exit.

“Wasn’t it addressed awhile back? And the only reason he’s quitting his job now is because it became public. [...] You have the right to address it privately. [...] He was a kid!”

I like how he signaled before going into the shoulder to make an illegal pass.

A creepy thing Ashley did on my phone last week was to steal it at a bar while I was sending an email, and text my easily confused boyfriend the following picture (in response to a text about his 9 year-old nephew):