Hey Gaffigan, you worthless piece of shit, how about you go suck Cardinal Dolan’s cock while he brags about keeping funds away from the victims of church rape?

if they were parked in the street then that is not his property, the road is public property and they have the right to park there if they want.

If she talks, they get possession of all the y’s in her name.

This reminds me of perhaps the most evil interview process I had to endure, which ironically enough, was for a scholarship to a private, Catholic college. The interviews were done in groups, no doubt, to ensure the interpersonal rivalry and scholastic feeding frenzy was at its highest level.

Yes. 100% You could kind of get away with that stuff back in my day where you’d need to go find an almanac or reference book to find a hard to spell proper name. But we’ve got Google now. Either Hudson didn’t know her weird-ass phonetic spelling was wrong, or didn’t care to take 2 seconds to figure it out. Either way,…

Oh FFS. These teachers were privately blowing off steam. This hacker is a dick for making the students see these comments.

Whatever, teachers aren’t saints and everyone has to blow off steam about their work. It’s also a well known fact that teenagers are awful (I can say that, having once been an awful teen myself). Maybe work on your firewalls or something.

with delusions of empire.

I have invented a maneuver!

Do you think she’s ever gone to Hightown?

My ex and I were telling our kids stories the other day about our early 20s. “Open-mouthed gawking” is the only adequate description of their reactions.

Are we no longer supposed to be training our kids to be our bartenders?

There are a couple hundred Malayan tigers left; just leaving them all where they live is maybe not the best way to still have Malayan tigers in ten years.

Fucking CHEW YOUR FOOD

I was taking a shower and washing my butt, as you do, and pulled on something. Kept pulling. Started freaking the fuck out. Threw whatever it was against the wall and kept freaking out. Thought for sure I had some sort of intestinal worm. It was a rice noodle. That I pulled out of my butt.

All four were?

Wait, though; is that the actual doll? Or a model dressed as one? Because that’s some seriously Uncanny Valley stuff going on.

I have much guilt for replying in this manner, but once the police put up the crime scene tape, the jig was up. He’d run through it, think he’d won and that’s that.