No shit. If squeee is right, we’re about to find out whether it’s possible to give birth to the one weird greenish french fry you always get when ordering Burger King.

No shit. Filet mignon goes in the grinder as my “big dumb protein” base when making beef/lamb/bacon burgers. If I’m ordering light at a restaurant, a fresh salad beats the filet every damn day. What a shit ranking.

I’m a self-aware Burneko sycophant. But still. Flawless.

I got paid working at my university’s ice cream shop.

It’s just lazy at this point though. And everyone believes it, it’s that 50% don’t care. And this lazy comment does nothing to help.

I used it in a PowerPoint intended for an audience of cardiothoracic surgeons earlier this week. This image is for everyone. Hell, if ISIS used it in a propaganda video, I’d understand.

It’s super not. You get that Jalopnik is the outlier in the Kinjaverse, right? Hell, the sports blog has unequivocally pro-trans posts.

I’d love it if someday some of these people would realize that she isn’t talking about whichever anonymous, gray subdivision they happen to dwell in.

Because it’s not very easy. As others have commented, this was something that bored ex-military types with CNN gigs were excited about for a few months after 9/11, and that’s it. It sounds like ISIS started binging on old episodes of 24 is all.

Dirty bombs don’t kill that many people from the bomb itself. It’s more about making an area of the world off-limits, and the economic/social consequences that follow.

I knew you’d take her side.

I like the first three. Fuck me.

Jesus Christ. Those were three separate days, even. Who chooses to think of P.F. Chang’s twice?

No, seriously. Get off of this fucking site.

Yeah, I don’t get this disgust. My toothbrush is, at most, four feet from the toilet at any given moment.

Dave Barry?

Shoulda told him that he was a minor, with a life ahead of him, that chose to drive an H3 instead of walk to school. Cheeto dust is caloric, yo.

Oh, I definitely rev my car whenever I see a speed trap.

Mine is the low 100s, in a ‘93 Chevy Lumina (V6!!!!!!!!) in northern Florida trying to shuttle back to a Dairy Queen that I left my laptop in while in college.

...wait, where do you work?