We received this newspaper clipping from my mother-in-law, recently. "TAKE A JACKET!"

I think this might be the first time I've seen all of you in photos larger than your tiny avatars.

You read it wrong.

I think it's calling her out pretty smartly—her whole image is that she's perfect in every way: they are not saying the PS is questionable, they are not saying Bey didn't know, they are not saying she's a victim. They're tweaking her by calling out how incredibly obvious the Photoshop job is.

There are many articles about Beyonce's Photoshopped Instagrams.

Really? I thought people called her out on it all the time...

That guy definitely works/ worked in hospitality himself, only a person who has been there themselves would consider the importance of the extra topping fee.

I eat fast food a few times a month, drink black coffee for breakfast every morning, never drink water and was a smoker for almost 15 years before quitting a year ago. I too am in fantastic health, have never gotten a flu shot, have never gotten the flu and haven't even gotten a cold in about 5 years.

Not sure if sarcasm...

What. The. Fuck.

This is more frightening than any horror movie.

This story involves a shit I actually witnessed, versus one I took.

Interesting juxtaposition on the Deadspin homepage in which this is followed by a post titled "Help! There's Smoke Coming From My Tailpipe! What Does It Mean?"

Damn you fortheloveofbeets! This was my response exactly. I'm scanning through the article thinking of what my retort will be and then blam, you blow it all with your punctual commenting.

How... many... goddamn... elipses... does... this... hack... use...?