I would nominate JJ Watt.
I would nominate JJ Watt.
It’s easy when you don’t have a single good thing to say about yourself like me.
LOL—-I wonder if MJ would let him wear 23? Lebron might insist, and the staredown would commence.
Porzingis to LAL for me getting out of the greys.
i know it’s not the hypothetical but if the offer was trade jackson and porzingis for a plate of roscoes i’d probably take it tbh
I mean I’m the exact kind of desperate to get get laid kind of guy who would fall for that so yes, yes I would.
Yeah well my dead dad, with his dying breath, hoped that Zach Hemple would fuck off.
Yes of which I’m squarely a second-class citizen.
It’s really, really stupid. They initially had the grays to keep out people who were flaming Jezebel comments w/ porn, but if that was the only intent, they should have immediately un-greyed anyone who made successive non-troll comments. Instead, it’s devolved into this weird two-tier commenting class system.
This is an instance where you lose some of the meaning by the Twitter character restriction. If he’d of had more room, he’d have said, “...thinking about my dead father (who was ashamed of who I am and what I do) all day and...”
Maybe I’m in the minority here, but I’m hoping he gets blue balls to last for a lifetime.
That’s what a flamebot would say. Now then, how DO I make $4558589 per week working from home?
But does she? Because I am curious about how to make that much money in a week.
“Sorry for thinking about my dead dad all day” is how I am going to preface every rebuttal. My dad is still alive, which I am sure my wife will point out.
Zack deleted this one but my god
The rare case of snitches who don’t get stitches
Why is it that on every single article I need to be ungreyed again? SO frustrating. Can a staff member help me out? I’m not some flame bot saying my mom makes $4558589 a week from home.
I don’t know what makes me so irrationally angry about this guy and other ballhawks. I think it has something to do with taking a fun relaxing event, a surprise foul, and the fun of greeting a souvenir to help your kid remember a great summer afternoon, and turning it into a gross competition among grown-ass men who…