Legally, intention shouldn’t matter. If the art you create involves a medical procedure, then intention or no, it’s still a medical procedure. For example, you can’t do plastic surgery without a license by simply calling it a form of art.

This was definitely a win for Philly.

With rents what they are in Queens, and wages what they are at Amazon, now New York can expect an explosive increase of the working homeless; doubtless the same for Northern VA. But Amazon won't be paying any taxes to those municipalities to offset the crisis. 

It was really cool how Seattle wanted to tax enormous businesses just a liiiiiiittle bit to help fix our shameful, soul-crushing homelessness epidemic and Amazon (read: Bezos) threw all their weight behind the opposition. So cool. I love having an enormous parasite in my hometown. Like a tapeworm, it helps keep us…

Admittedly I don’t know much about it, but wild fires in November seem really out of the ordinary.

Dear Boomers:

Human life is more important than some rich persons toy.

I’m with you, this is a waste of firefighters’ valuable time. Cars are great, but they’re not as valuable as a life. 

Not sure how much time firefighters should spend saving 'stuff', no matter how valuable or how much it aligns with my hobby interests.  

When we can no longer laugh, that is when hope is dead. All hope.

If you want to be dead serious all the time, and give yourself an ulcer over things that you cannot possibly control that is your prerogative, I on the other hand am planning on mocking the deranged orange shithead until the day he finally chokes to…

Coincidentally, that’s what your mom said last night.  Wait ...

Truthfully I didn’t know if there was some sort “sneakerhead code” or bylaws one must follow to be deemed a “sneakerhead” so I turned to the experts:

You’re a remarkable idiot

You seem like you’re fun at parties

When most people have maybe 4 or 5 pairs of shoes in their closets, the guy with 60 pairs is definitely gonna fit the bill of a “sneakerhead” to them

Drag him.

The equivalent punting performance would be running on to the field during a Salute to Service break, going full John Wick on a TROOP’s twig’n’berries with your foot, and then kicking the mascot’s head into the crowd where it impales a Make a Wish kid.

“Gross”? Did the monocle fall from your eye when you tumbled onto your fainting couch, Lord Propersby?

Solid Kinja, Mr. Buck.

My first memory of Joe Buck announcing and also the moment I decided he was a sanctimonious shithead was the Randy Moss mooning celebration.