Ugh, same and I just learned that NEVER EVER CANCEL YOUR CARD business last. year. From talking to a former BoA associate who said by law they cannot give that info out. Ah.

*leans back, yawns* This ocean of man tears, good waves today huh? Six, maybe even seven footers. Time for a drink. *takes comically long and twisted crazy straw out of tote*

Stock photos...of white people.

Kinja, take out the trash plz.

let's keep betsy far away from chupa here

Hands up anybody who was surprised this decade long game series had gun violence and carjacking. And careful with your "arguably" boy.

You have to be an Adderall snorting choad first.

"Here let me just hit the AT-" *run over by two cars*

Aw. Someone cursed on the Internet. Lemme wipe all that snot off your tone argument.

Figured out Kinja, you and your star, but can't fucking google. Shame.

Uh, man *SO* much is up with GTA Online I have no doubt someone enterprising is toiling away at a book (...Patricia?) which will be roundly dismissed as scraping the surface. If this or any Kotaku article hit fifteen pages, the usual whingers would start falling around about "pretension" and "academia."

How dare a blog veer towards attention! Gauche. Proper blogs hide under bricks, and by the pilot light of your stove.

*slaps coffee out of your hand* Welcome to Gawker this has been your tour.

*mods life* *stuffs sock in you, lights sock on fire* Ah, peace.

New to the list: MMA gear. Which, at least, discriminates against my least favorite type of bro.

Hakkasan is on a knife's edge here, you are very right.

CollapsedLungs4Lyfe

SO fucking reported, you nippledicked child.

Hmm, it was all very off the cuff but lessee... it's rumored covert operatives at the CIA are thrown a party when they are commended - great coup, guys! - but medals of commendation are not given to them.

I pretty much damn near died today, in my own complex at 7:30pm. 109 degrees, I was just reparking my mom's car maybe a quarter mile down the street and all the symptoms came up: short of breath, nausea, clammy sweat. Least I knew the drill and threw myself in a lukewarm shower but things we alarmingly touch and go…