Must be tough to have to live out on the streets, beaten down and destitute, with only a gerbil to keep you company.

/joke

That’s why we don’t let women drive in Saudi.

Is there a reason that the pictures are covering half the words on the page and I can’t read this?

Are you referring to your local state representative and senator, who passed the dubious law? Or the police officer who risks his life every day to enforce it?

I also wonder if all musical artists are being held accountable for their lyrics? I admit I skimmed part of this, but he’s not the only one spouting this kind of nonsense.

I’m growing more and more uncomfortable with the seemingly increasing progressive notion that people’s backgrounds must be fully delved into and punishment doled out for things they did years and years ago, retroactive, permanent punishment. It strikes me as so anti-liberal.

Buddy of mine jumped the rails for a while....got arrested. Not for the trains thing....turns out he sold crude pornographic drawings of the Tomb Raider to kids from here to Wichita. I guess he’s dead now. I think of him every time a train goes by.

I question the wheels being able to handle the bumps and cracks in my city’s sidewalks. If I want compact transportation, a folding bike would be better.

Hmmm... and I thought it was the room after you told that joke...

Okay, but this is a Samsung.

I found a good compromise.

The handwritten statement is probably inadmissible hearsay. Testimony from the son about what he actually saw is not.

HEY EVERYONE, cultural critique from a guy whose handle is an Anchorman reference.

“Long odds be damned, you’re buying lottery tickets where the drawing is held by tiny, dehydrated-to-the-point-of-near-mummification speed freaks whipping the shit out of enormous meat robots bred for nothing but two minutes of win-or-die speed.”

My vote for the best sentence in the history of Adequate Man.

Good to know. They even mention the video I was talking about in the article, neat.

You do know some of your readers are Deaf right? Not all of us can just “go over and listen” to your shitty ass podcast.

We’re pretty sure the game in question was this Hornets home game on December 29, 1992.

Bobby this was so fucking funny! “Schindler’s Bike” made me spit out my tea.

As a kid I shaved the chocolate butterfingers to make them "chicken nuggets" and scooped some ice cream as "mashed potatoes" for my dad when he got home from work.