Well, you know the saying: if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck and talks like a duck, then it's probably a serial rapist.

In Wisconsin they refer to this as the margarine of error.

From the promoter who tried to bring you George Zimmerman vs. DMX comes the ULTIMATE spectacle: FLORIDA MAN VS. NIGHTMARE BEAR!

He found a stranger in the Alps.

Considering the guy is apparently famous enough to have one of those "put your face in here and pretend to be his girlfriend then take a picture" attractions at a local restaurant, is it really that surprising he was able to pull so much ass?

If she were as smart as she claims, shouldn't she have figured out he was cheating before the relationship got two-and-a-half years deep? She said she was classy; what's classy about airing her dirty laundry on social media, instead of airing with the person with whom she had the grievance? I'm just saying...

So wait, is being ethered like being sonned, or not?

He's a jagoff, she's not half as smart as she tells everyone she is.

"For the record, I am no snooper. It's just not my style. I was only curious, just wondering what he'd been up to. I have nothing to hide and assumed he didn't either."

"I don't usually share drama on social media"

I don't know what makes her more naive, that she didn't suspect him of cheating or that she actually expects him to read that entire letter.

Even David Backes was all like "Dude, impossible angle man!"

If my experience has taught me anything, it's that the public will be hungry for something else in about 30 minutes.

So now gentrification is taking empty lots and building stuff on them?

Shit, if I could do that, that would solve everything.

This story has inspired me, and on Valentine's Day no less. Tonight, when I finish 30 minutes ahead of my wife, I vow to stay awake and congratulate her perseverance.

I googled anal sex tours in Germany.... and I shouldn't have googled anal sex tours in Germany.

And suddenly, Drew is sad that Gawker didn't send him to Sochi

This reminds me of female Russian Olympians in the 80's. Their cans were just dripping testosterone.