I don't normally comment on typos, but "Crackpot Stunk" is such an awesome band name.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but does he also have a picture of a box of cereal on his shirt?

Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with…

Mark Richt is now my favorite coach for the week; that's same damn good, cold comebacking there.

This is not the way I thought I would hear about Joan Rivers' passing.

Way to stay on top of things, EA.

Jesus Handwringing Christ, this was a fucking wonderful comment.

The billboard doesn't say "Dick". It says "dick". Dick.

Lucky for you Gawker doesn't have editors

i feel like i would fight you on that, if you were my editor.

Far from the first time that a dick has been on full display in Downtown Chicago.

Nice $500 color wheel.

I know a guy who prides himself on the fact that he will walk into any nice restaurant and demand to speak to the head chef immediately. Then he says "I don't want anything on the menu, I want you to make me your personal best/favorite dish." He is convinced every chef loves him for this. I am convinced otherwise.

Unless you say you have a gluten allergy, then you should be cunt-punched. There's no such thing as a gluten allergy. Do you have Celiac? Fine, tell me you have Celiac, I'll personally ensure there isn't a grain by-product anywhere near your plate. Gluten Allergy or Sensitivity...GTFO.