Here is my favorite piece of irrational internet loathing of the commentariat. Frankly, I thought my comment which evoked such rage was pretty funny:
Here is my favorite piece of irrational internet loathing of the commentariat. Frankly, I thought my comment which evoked such rage was pretty funny:
Christ, I told you I'd never forgive myself. What do you want, blood?
Reading the comments in the COTY post, I haven't seen so many doughy white guys taking victory laps since I went to the Special Olympics.
Jesus, that is a disaster. Like a commenting car wreck. You should be publicly shamed. America is coming here to laugh, and this is what you give them?
I'm pretty sure Scott Baio is AzureTexan. Scott Baio is dead, right? If not, I'd really like to kill him.
The last time a bear appeared on a scoreboard was when John Travolta was sitting courtside at a Knicks game.
Never should have added the slashie.
That's good.
I am breathless with anticipation about what MBA and fake MBA will say in their blogs that analyze commenting about this blog post which analyzes commenting. I also plan on crying in the dark tonight.
So who fucking won?
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Ha! "Brunei"! Turkmenistan has no laws and an airport, rookie.
Happy New Years losers! Turn on PBS and watch the philharmonic. Incredible stuff. Gershwin now.
I don't know about you guys, but the guy who hates me is Broadway legend Tommy Tune, but that is because I keep breaking into his house.
Big win for the Mavs last night. Jason Kidd looks like he should be somewhere selling used cars.
Of course, please continue to dial 201-547-FAIL to report any Deadspin comments on Kirstie Alley, John Kruk's testicle or any reference to olive oil or guinea charm.
That movie was deeply profound. I'm not sure if you saw the metaphor they were working, but it was about RACE!
Maybe, but I'm pretty sure he was playing a pathetic white man whose life is spinning out of his control.
This guy is just like William H. Macy in that movie where he worked at a casino cooling off guys who needed cooling when, in the normal scheme of things, their luck would run out and they would cool off. There was a bunch of Kool and the Gang music in the movie.
This really helps when talking to homophobes who reflexively equate pedophilia with homosexuality.