Probably just a crushed SUV as cover art

He was the only one using the bike lane.

Absolutely heartless, Sarah. I, and surely many others, feel badly for the brands.

Everyone just leave Richard Simmons alone, for pete’s sake! He’s done enough. If he wants to keep to himself, so be it.

Simmons plans on suing Radar Online, the National Enquirer, and both rags’ parent company, American Media Inc., for “a hurtful campaign of defamations and privacy invasions” in their coverage of him.

Good for him. The prize money is going to come in handy; the man is a walking pre-existing condition.

Kind of an extreme way to make the move to skeleton

It does pay...in spades. Everyone should strive for excellence, that’s not a “white” value it’s a human value. Speaking properly without give-away intonations, expressions and speech patterns which allow people to automatically discriminate against you before they even see you is important. It will certainly get you…

They finally came across some drafts they can handle.

*Door flies open*

“look it at this way, at least we can leave Buffalo now! (Weather permitting)“

The book he wrote for which she was his research assistant was called The Road to Character!

I’d set up shop underneath that badboy and let pancakes fall into my mouth until I died

So that is why you unionized. To demand a pancake machine.

This might give that dumb Juciero a run for it’s money in usefulness

Wait...you guys had a fucking pancake machine? Now the veil is drawn back, Gawker was just one elaborate false flag operation by the 1%!! Well I hope you all burn in hell after drowning in your sweet pancake battered ivory tower!......I might need to go to sleep now.

The pancake machine at the old Gawker office lasted about two weeks before breaking, but I feel like you could monetize these pancake bites?

1992. One of numerous soccer fields on the local college's grounds. I reach into the net to retrieve the ball after the opposing team scored (but not my fault, we didn't have goalies) and I got my hair tie tangled in the net. The coaches had to come free me. That's my sporting glory.