I can only imagine how many times he heard “Hey Mario!” during his trek across Vice City.

Came to go with:

Good deal, they've found their curse and can stop worrying about winning it all.

Calm down, Murray.

Getting fired via email sucks, but it could be worse.

It is a wonder of the animal world, that hippo shitting.

Pauses so long you check to make sure it's still playing.

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This is why the Microsoft self driving car will never catch on.

Can we see his Draft Kings lineup?

Bielema? Funny, he doesn't look that thin.

The dining hall is referred to as The Main Stage.

Wait? Grenades don't explode if you die? The single most satisfying moment in a PVP game is seeing your last grenade go off and kill the guy that just took you out.

$10k? That's called a scheduled service on a Ferrari.

“For some inexplicable reason, the referees called it an incomplete pass and the Falcons.”

Realistically, you're maybe going to put a couple of ounces per month in there, all in very small quantities and very diluted, so it's likely inconsequential. You probably put as much, if not more, oils from your body through bathing down the same plumbing.

It’s real. It works. It’s the best.

There’s already a huge “WE SUE VW” billboard ad on the interstate near my office, advertising a law firm that wants to win big. This is going to keep getting more interesting.

Poo-pourri is good stuff. I prefer Trap-a-Crap, but it’s much better than a can of air freshener spray. That said, the intrusiveness of ads here has pretty much reached the point of contemptuous behavior towards visitors on behalf of Gawker. Like Max Read used to say: All site users are shitty.