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Keep in mind, you’re visiting a Gawker site; if it’s not New York City a location where they filmed an episode of HBO’s Girls, it’s a desperate cultural wasteland.

Keep in mind, you’re visiting a Gawker site; if it’s not New York City, it’s a desperate cultural wasteland.

A pretty quality Sonic as well.

... especially in such desperate cultural wastelands football hotbeds as Columbus ...

That picture at the top has me curious: what festival is the Stevie Ray Vaughan zombie playing?

It’s absolutely astonishing that a strong employee referral form a homeless man didn’t pan out.

Sic burn.

“And that requizission I put in for spell check 9 years ago has never been honered. This is intolorabel.”

It’s just Ultimate. That’s it. No frisbee in the name. Ultimate is officially played with with a disc made by Discraft. Frisbee is a trademarked name of a subpar disc produced by Wham-O.

Please stop using the work dank. Thank you.

The Rams are a boring team without a marketable star, and they’re moving to Los Angeles.

Warriors stunned after Rockets sign and start 5 alien theme park employees in wild playoff upset.

The thing is, it’s sort of shitty trolling, isn’t it? I hate Kobe, too, and wish he fucked off long ago, but he had a legitimately great, entertaining career about which there’s plenty to shit on. ‘He wasn’t even the best in any year!’ and ‘He’s not even a top-5 Laker!’ are like the easiest, dumbest,

Oscar Robertson would probably like to have words with you.

Nah. In 5 years we’ll all miss him. His dickishness will be a virtue. “The other players are too friendly. Too AAU. Not Kobe.” Somebody on this site will post a “Lets remember the time Kobe dropped 63 against Dallas, then got bored and left after the 3rd quarter” video. Hell, we’re in the middle of an Iverson lovefest

Lin - “ I’d love to get more calls.”

Hoo boy, that take’s a doozy

Ahem. It was ass-hugging spandex and short sleeved jerseys. In purple and white. Getting all sweaty and bulgy.

It was your garter belts and thigh-high fishnets. They were very distracting.

And yet somehow *I* was the mediawhore/distraction.