I’d wear a fucking gorilla suit if it meant free airline travel. Airlines deserve a lot of the shit they get, but they shouldn’t be criticized for holding “non-revenue” passengers to established dress codes.

Thank you for using the term “trumped up” and in so doing reminding us it means “bullshit.”

Came across this today. It speaks a bit more effectively to the “code” thing at which I was trying t get. Pretty sure we’re not going to meet in the middle on this but I thought you might appreciate it:

Getting to the airport, getting trough TSA, and getting fucked by your airline all fuck with you so much that you take what you want whenever that opportunity presents itself. Give me the fucking Crunch box.

If you have roomies or guests, I suggest moving soap/shampoo/conditioner from shelves, etc. An old flame and I knocked over a bunch of products and the ensuing crash led my partner’s roomie to come rushing in thinking one of us had taken a spill. Funny, after the fact.

I am a bankrupt motherfucker, so if Russia’s listening, here’s where to find me. Eager to help...

Is there a set of rules or a metric for this aspect of participation? It seems not to make much sense...

Why, after reading 90% of this piece, did the words “insufferable cock” make me think of someone other than Lavar Ball? 

Philly, bastion of goonery both in the stands and on the playing surface. Stay classy...

I don’t disagree with your analysis of society’s hellbent drive away from civility, in fact I strongly concur, but your assertion that fighting in hockey is “really just catering to the bloodlust of its fan-base” is off the mark. Before the institution of the instigator penalty, fighting in pro hockey really did serve…

It’s no big deal...

I think “pee-pee lung” has a nicer meter.

Just vommed in my mouth. Thank you.

It’s hilarious that stories about Tebow being unworthy of media coverage keep showing up on Deadspin. Either he’s worth covering or he’s not, but you should maybe make a decision and stick to it.

Puck hitting post is a wonderful sound.

I hope he had his passport, cuz he fucking travelled!

I grew up in New Brunswick and spent a good part of my childhood giggling at the words “Lord Beaverbrook”! Thanks for the jolt of nostalgia.

The peanut vendors are standing up to them!

Ralph Nader dubbed hot dogs “deadly pink missiles.” A bit graphic for me, but it gets the point across.

“Poop and lies” is pretty much what #38 is full of.