When keepin it real goes wrong...

He made Thriller. THRILLER.

Without it, there’d be no PFTCommenter. And if that’s the only reason for its existence, I’m okay with that.

Geno Smith: “Ikemefuna Enemkpali”

Smith says Enemkpali struck him as “friend” and “foe” combined.

Jets fans need to get a Kickstarter up to pay Enemkpali’s salary, plus a bounty.

Keith’s disgust with bad baseball is second to none.

Farley stole so many scenes on SNL, it’s amazing that Sandler could even be in the same room with him.

Farley is one of three celebrities whose death really bothers me (Phil Hartman and Dave Brockie being the other two). It’s so sad that he’s no longer with us. A real loss to the entertainment world. It’s gonna be a while before I can watch this.

Paul Woodrugh, Landscaper: “These trees. They have leaves all over them.”

“These scripts...shit all over them.”

Throwing back home run balls is fucking dumb. Unless you’re Henry Rowengartner.

Is Gary obligated to keep a list of slips not to make based on the opposing player? It was a slip of the tongue. I don't think he meant anything by it.

more like alldone smith amirite

Starred based on the title alone. Will read fully when I’m not at work. I’m so fucking SICK of hearing these on-the-fence, tapioca-pudding-chest-cavity-filled motherfuckers going “Well at least Trump is honest. It’s SO different.” OR “Hey, at least he’s speaking the truth.”

Sorry, but that’s not how arguments work. You don’t get to advance a claim, fail to provide evidence, then suggest that the onus falls on those who reject your claim to prove the non-existence of the evidence you claim to have and yet have not found. You advanced the claim. Assertion of a fact without evidence for it…

Stewart’s entire Daily Show empire is built on the blameworthy conceit that cable news networks—businesses that survive by selling Cialis ads against hyperventilating coverage of pop-star meltdowns, celebrity infidelities, and conspiracy theories about missing planes–should otherwise be capable of helping the American…

I’m amazed — AMAZED — the author uses three names to identify himself.

“that I decided I’d rather be friends with Carlson instead.”

No sentient human being would ever say that. Unless they were a humongous douchebag.

Terrible impression. Shot 100%.