I have about five people in my office right now, but they can’t see my screen.  By typing this comment I seem hard at work.

So, what is it that he actually offers? Built his name ingratiating himself into a spot where he could ride a teenager’s coattails (which isn’t creepy at all, apparently), and now won’t provide innocuous, fun details of the stories he’s supposed to be reporting because...something something the aggregators?

He’s probably well respected by other reporters who are jealous of his access to LeBron and his camp. I don’t know if that respect extends to the general public, though.

Windhorst went on Dan le Batard that same JR day and told them it was chicken tortilla so idk why he’s lying.

That’s odd - I thought his job was carrying water, not clubs

Windhorst looks like the kind of guy that never corrects his boss when he or she calls him Ryan. He just mutters “it’s fucking Brian” as the boss walks away. Then when the boss says “what’s that Ryan?” Brian says “Huh? I didn’t say anything.” Then at the office Christmas party, a drunk Brian tells everyone his real…

I appreciate his desire to branch out after strong performances in Superbad and The Wolf of Wall Street, but the skateboarding movie kind of fell flat, IMO.

For JC Penney.

I actually sort of understand his reticence to come forward with information that would upset Lebron and his crew. If he was forthright, it would probably impact them giving him tips and that is how Caddies make the bulk of their money.

I am also, right now, so totally not doing my job.

I honestly do not understand how this type of job earns that kind of money. The skill set is entry level. Or, to be accurate, her skill set is entry level. NHL doesn't make anywhere near that cash, and they actually have to know how to play. 

What is this midwestern hellscape being pushed on a community that enjoys food? All these recipes are terrible.

Generally, a lawyer would advise against admitting to a crime.

“I don’t want to talk shop with customers outside of work.”

Germs aren’t in The Bible and therefore, don’t exist.

“So now you have to check your safe every five days to make sure it’s not been broken into, and make the inventory of guns is still correct? It’s ridiculous.”

These home defense assholes crack me up with that argument because statistically they’re much more likely to kill themselves or a family member than an intruder.

I live in the grey area between metro and country in WA, so I see my fair share of people griping on social media about this. The common argument goes something like, “If someone’s breaking in to my house to murder my family I need to have guns out in the open, in every corner of the house.”

Gun guys will fight the dumbest shit. How is ensuring a 20 year can’t buy and ar-15 any more difficult that ensuring a 20 year can’t buy a PBR tallboy? The gun one on it’s face is easier because a PBR tallboy doesn’t cost $900 and I’m guessing there’s more places to buy liquor than guns in this town. How difficult is…

I first read this as Jill Stein and my brain finally imploded