marketable toys are what they are.
marketable toys are what they are.
Thank you for focusing all of your energy so negatively on one mistake in an otherwise excellent article. Low five.
Who pissed in your cornflakes?
Hold my beer from the Cheers bar.
I’m sad that its leaving, but I’m elated in the reason why.
Also, a PERMANENT MORATORIUM on pics of the Butternut Barf Splat himself. I know people and media won’t stop talking about him, but we fucking well never need to look upon his mid-shit grunting face, his duper’s delight smug smirk or his anus mouthed pucker face ever, ever again.
“The Atlanta Hammers is a real good name for a professional baseball team, don’t ya think?”
I suspected that the end of the “chaotic Trumpian news cycle” would mean the end of Barf Bag. While the former is a great relief, the latter is kinda sad. (Not “SAD!”, mind; just the regular kind, like we used to have.)
Agreed. It would be excellent to have something akin to Jalopnik's morning shift over here, and honestly across all gmg.
Also second. I wait everyday for Barf Bag because it covers multiple topics, some that are smaller and overlooked. We don’t need to call it BarfBag, but if this is really going away, I’m really going to miss it. It is usually the one-stop shop for all the good comments.
I’ve never been so happy to see a column that I loved go away!
Thank you for all the barf!
Barf bag was my favorite way to get one more rage injection before I settled down and relaxed for the night. It will be missed and thanks for the ulcers and high blood pressure!
Sad to see Barf Bag go, but glad to know it is with hope there won’t be a need for Barf Bag.
The “Congratulations, you played yourself” meme has never been more appropriate. I wonder how many Q supporters keeled over from Takotsubo cardiomyopathy yesterday.
“I don’t see an American flag anymore...”
In addition to this being the epitome of foolish self-incrimination, it is also possibly the worst way to market yourself as a realtor while actively breaking and entering a building.
Well said. She was essentially the Pet Rock of First Ladies.
“I don’t care, do you?”
I have my own initiative: “BE GONE!”