Um, the beautiful thing about the variety of commenters here is that everyone can write as s/he sees fit. If you don’t like someone’s style, you could, um, let it go, and, like, move on to the next comment?

Do you know what a comments section is?

I’m not a lawyer, but I do get to read lots of fun documents of a similar nature for work, and i would say that, yeah, the overuse of extremely strong adjectives, be they in support of straightforward truths of effectively outright lies, is pretty common.

Titties AND boobies! That's the life.

Noosa yogurt is my favorite yogurt. It's delicious!

He later turned his attention to the enemy of all yogurtmen, sour cream, and declared that it “has no reason for being.”

Mazel. A less vapid commenter might have Googled that.

Go back to Jalopnik

this isn’t “having a misogynist penis,” it’s “being a misogynist dick.”

Wow, ManchesterMoobs! This year’s Jonathan Franzen? Or just mysogynistic asshole?

Yawn.

Ugh dude, that is the lamest and most misogynist Penthouse letter I have ever read.

Did you ever know that you're my hero

Unfriend that fucker.

On the cab ride, that guy THOUGHT he was getting a 3-way for xmas.

Your brother is a diiiiiiiicckkkk.

The wild office parties kill me - they really are that crazy? What is the next day like?

By “Holiday” do you mean the Good Friday when I hooked up with super hot Alex? Or the Easter Sunday when I met him at the family brunch and learned he was my dad’s half-sister’s son?

Mine was a quasi-hookup, but bear with me. These dudes who lived together in a house while attending college were close-knit so they had a “post-Christmas” in February, in one of the dudes’ ranch in the countryside. I was invited by my BFF, one of the dudes’ girlfriends, and I was newly single, so I went. There was…

Right after my divorce was final, I traveled back home for Christmas. A few old friends found out that I was in town and wanted to meet up for dinner and drinks.