Best song about seagulls.

Now if only we could ban donuts, and baked goods, from the fucking office kitchen. GODDAMMIT, BECKEY I DON’T WANT ANY MORE CARROT CAKE.

♫ Just for the fuck of it, Diet Coke ♫

Normal for Kinja, sure.

The real wiener winner is all of us.

That’s why we love sprots.

Is baseball the one where one man massages his ball, while another man watches excitedly, stroking his long stick?

Reboot Gawker.com.

If the dingleberry that owns Gawker.com doesn’t pounce on this chance to reboot it, then there is no hope for the internet.

You can see the older comments, true, but can’t comment on new posts because they won’t load the comment section.

It’s too bad, because when would they ever get the chance again? They could seriously poach most of the staff and readership of these sites to re-staff Gawker. 

Dad’s right.

Old timers thread.

You know what feud I’d like to see? One where the dipshit that owns Gawker.com hires all the departing Deadspin staff and poaches off as many other employees as they head out the door to reboot Gawker.com.

oh, you mean 800-BIG-HERB?

What cellphone number? Asking for a friend.

Yeah. Cowards.

Yeah, once you’ve seen one prolapsed anus, you’ve seen them all.

Yeah, turning off the comments is some petty bullshit. Especially since we’ve been asking the powers that be to turn off the comments since forever!