Four games is hardly punishment compared to what he did to the Saints.

For me, it's the cheating, but it's really the free pass they get from Goodell that bothers me most. Meanwhile, the Saints get caught running a prize pool in the locker room and Goodell ruins careers and cripples the team for a decade. If it were the New England Saints, that would not have happened. So, yeah, my…

Because they've been caught cheating on every level from interfering with opponents' radio communications down to the the amount of pressure in the ball and are continually given a pass by Goodell because they are in a major market?

Is there a more square pant?

Snailed it.

Hot.

'There'd be no terrorism if there were no Muslims' brought to you by the same people who continually point out the fallacy of their strawman argument that 'there'd be no crime if there were no guns.'

Jesus Christ, I didn't even catch that one. I bet he's been waiting a year to use that stinker.

"Your honor, the defense would posit that a woman's body heals itself, while my client's reputation does not. Move to dismiss."

I haven't seen the movie so take my opinions with a grain of salt, but it's almost like he's reviewing the smutty movie he wanted to see. I'm mostly perplexed by his word choices. Calling WW "mouthy" is a slam, and yet it is framed as a compliment, like he read the Tucker Max guide to reviewing movies. I agree with…

The review reads like it's his internal monologue as he's deciding where to rate it in his spank bank.

That sexist Edelstein review Gwen links to is worth a read, if you want to see such gems as, Gal Gadot is "the perfect blend of superbabe-in-the-woods innocence and mouthiness." Jesus. And then, "With a female director, Patty Jenkins, at the helm, Diana isn’t even photographed to elicit slobbers." And, yet, this…

Pile of Bullets VR

Synergy, etc.

Oh, the inanity!

Counterpoint: Monkeybone.

Categories include ruff sex.

That's why I prefer to get my dog pics from actual canine-run Twitter accounts.

I got halfway through it thinking, 'this is some bad satire' before I realized it was serious. Jesus.

Great Job, Internet!