Guys don't dump friends, they just fade away. That way, who knows, down the road your interests might converge and you're friends again. It's a very elastic concept.

I've never worked in the food service industry, but I have gotten a bit of sweet vengeance on a customer before. Working at a gas station, you get customers that complain at and blame you for everything from the price of milk to the size of coffee cups, like the clerk has anything to do with those things. I had a guy…

I'd love to see a show satirize all of this:

I think I agree with this in abstract (we need to support a culture where non-vaccination is not okay), but I'm struggling to see how this plays out in our everyday lives. How exactly do we shame the movement without humiliating individuals? If a friend espouses anti-vax views to me, how do I respond? If a doctor is…

My daughter died in 2011 when she was five from a malignant brain tumor.

It certainly does, but now I'm curious to see what sports outlet is going to be the first to use a pic of a deflated Lombardi Trophy as its lead in pic to continue this ridiculous "Deflate Gate" crap.

Fared better than that poor kid Nationwide killed.

I'm just here so I don't get find...
I'm just here so I don't get find...
I'm just here so I don't get find...
I'm just here so I don't get find...

I would know about my favorite team by watching the team play the sport they get paid to play. Which requires zero "journalists," just two people in the booth talking about the stuff happening on the field.

I just can't understand the entitlement of some of the sportswriters. No journalist is entitled to answers; they're entitled to ask questions. There's no NFLFOIA.

I prefer his Skittles press conference

Back before my face and body submitted to gravity, I spent two years shaking my ass at a relatively 'classy' chain in the south. We had to wear gowns on the floor while cruisin' for customers, and if some of the more *assertive* ladies happened to catch anyone giving extras in the VIP, they would get the shit kicked…

The perverts up by the stage would be, I suppose, venture fapitalists?

Obviously the steak fajitas had not been grilled enough. The longer you grill them, the more tender they become. Look it up.

I mean, how often do you really pay attention to a man's shoes?

Stop breaking down my shitty wall

This woman is the type of mother that makes me hate mothers.