Jesus. Reasonable points that devolve into a trump induced meltdown.

Hey, you know what’s fun? Being able to find responses to your own comments. It’s kind of important on a comment-heavy-site. But that stopped working. Reid, you’re probably a lovely person but we’re not here for your byline. “Hey, Kinja is fucked” well, call your damned tech support and get Kinja unfucked. Because I…

I know this site’s been trending this way for a while, but this week especially, it’s stopped feeling like an entertainment site, and started feeling like a visit to the morality police, so I might have remove to my bookmark and stop visiting for the first time since 2001. That’s okay! Things change. I guess I just…

There’s more black people at Veiled Prophet Ball than work at the AV Club

I'm legitimately impressed that this site can run multiple articles a week saying that there's no such thing as cancel culture, and then turn around and write this bullshit. The lack of self-awareness is incredible. 

What a great interview

I think the fake ransom money was actually extra copies of the fliers that Ma Bailey had posted around town offering a reward for information on her daughter, so a nice bit of irony (and sadness considering that she had put so many up around town and she still had a healthy stack of spares).

Dorf-style, of course.

“This gonorrhea feels literally like a burning bush!”

Nearly every initial press account of this incident- which was based on the secondhand accounts of family members- was completely contradicted by the bodycam footage. Heres a picture of the dead girl about to plunge a six inch knife into the woman in pink

Yeah, he only wrote instantly-recognisable global number one hits for a whole host of artists across a period of 3 decades. Hits that still get an obscene amount of airplay today on classic rock/pop stations across the world.

Can you blow me where the pampers is?

Thomas Middleditch is what you’d get if you asked someone to draw a caricature of a white man running a pick-up artist seminar at a gaming convention.

Once this syrup hits 35 MPH... you’re gonna see some serious shit.

*Holds up hand*

Oh yeah? Well, my wardrobe leads to the magical world of wonder and whimsy called...

And when Ellen looked down, there was only one set of footprints.

This is one of the most idiotic articles ever posted on Jalopnik.