...you’re commenting on here, friendo.
...you’re commenting on here, friendo.
I can see true nudes of famous people... but should I have the right to publish them without their consent?
If Gawker didn’t do any shady shit to begin with, Thiel couldn’t have gone after them.
If Hogan didn’t put over “The Heartbreak Kid” Shawn Michaels... what the hell chance did a jobber like Jordan Sargant have?
Didn’t Gawker also out a low-level Conde Nast employee?
Well, that’s why you don’t believe every little thing that comes down the pipe. Bright Eyes was accused of rape. That was false, too.
Good news everyone! I saved you all pricey journalism school tuition by telling you to just throw your email out and ask anyone if anyone’s seen any shit.
...this got out of the greys?! What the fuck?
No one tell this guy about That’s My Bush or Team America or I’m A Little Bit Country or...
I can’t remember any episodes where the theme was “everyone is equally bad.”
Eh, what does a veep ever do? McCain, as it turns out, would’ve lived through the two terms just fine.
Need to retreat into your safe space? Is it listening to Lee Greenwood on repeat, or Breitbart?
Or when some flag-humping Trumpite gets so apoplectic over someone daring to criticize God’s own Constitution written with the tears of Baby Jesus that he can only, after spitting out his Mountain Dew in disbelief, answer in “fuck you.”
Ha ha, triggered!