Thank you for agreeing.

if it stops gawker from changing the kinja layout again, i'm all for it.

Yeah I feel a bit bad, but a little part of me is kind of thinking that this is exactly what we need.

Well, here's one way to get the systemic change we've been wanting.

Unfortunately for T.C. Bear, this stunt is merely a prelude to four months of choking.

That red jersey is misspelled on the front. It should read "gamers."

They tell me it'll catch up to me eventually, but for now I'm just going to sit up on Mount I-Eat-Garbage-24/7-And-Exercise-Maybe-Once-A-Week-And-Am-Still-Below-Average-Weight-For-My-Height with my stack of cheeseburgers.

It's imprudent for me, in my current financial situation, to just throw away $10 like that.

I always laughed seeing athletes go down with those like they had been shot. Then one day during a race my calves cramped up on me. I no longer laugh at athletes with leg cramps. I wince.

I've broken a couple of bones and I've had leg cramps. The broken bones hurt. The leg cramps hurt like a sumbitch.

I have deep native roots in Oklahoma.
I do not give a single shit when white girls wear headdresses.
I could say a lot more on the matter but I'm so fucking tired of this conversation.

NO. FUCKING. WAY.

"God told him to stay at the airport and don't do anything, just stay there."

Wow, something that I as a nerd finally have in common with religious nutjobs: hating deviations from the established canon of my favorite fictional universes.

They also pay more attention to their internet speeds than if their oven heats to the proper temperature.

My mother just retired from teaching in AZ for 20 years and told me the other night that there is someone there who is trying to eliminate required subjects in public schools because he doesn't believe the "government" (i.e. the elected representatives of the community we call our country) has the right to dictate…

That's just being lazy.

The only thing compelling about Rihanna is how she and other vapid, assembly line pop stars have managed to convince everyone that they're anything but vapid, assembly line pop stars.