Don’t sleep on racial misconduct here. He IS a racist asshole, after all.

Mark Davis either sleeps in a bed shaped like a race car or on a bed made from the skin of missing women.

I know! I mean it’s pretty obvious that he just spontaneously burst into human existence with no dodgy past to possibly contextualize. Do you have messages tattooed on your arm and body so you don’t forget stuff?

There was some all-industry Christmas night down on Landsdowne St way back in the day and you had to work in a bar or restaurant to get in. The problem was that my friend and I were mere brokeass journalists and, thus, weren’t eligible. But, having been to the Sligo the week before, we figured we’d use that as cover…

Hear, hear! Unspoiled nature has no right to get in the way of Canadian uranium mining concerns. It’s about time we had people like yourself willing to speak up for the haves against those mooching have nothings.

No. You are a poseur. A fake. A hipster fraud. She was a Goldwater Republican when she was a kid. She later served to Impeach Nixon on the Senate Judiciary Committee staff. It’s idiotic, context-free factoids like that show your utter lack of intellect and depth. You are unserious. You don’t either understand politics…

Such content-free bullshit.

Bullshit. Can we stop pretending that the parties are the same? I mean it’s simply and PLAINLY not true. It’s shown every fucking day that Trump or the Republicans do something, because they are literally, as a choice, UNDOING what the Democrats have done. Some Democrats are surely in it for the sweet money and for…

No shit. It’s amazing, but much like the Bible, the “literalists” don’t know what’s in the Constitution either.

So he decides that if he won’t play the whole game, he won’t start to continue his pretty meaningless, but prideful, streak — only now to start a game handed to him like a pity date. Somehow this all seems appropriate.

Somehow, they have to work that into the next Jurassic Park, so he can get chewed by a giant lizard for a larf.  

Wrong. SF is insufferable. Los Angeles is a much more diverse, interesting and vibrant city. And has way, way, WAY better Mexican food, provided you actually know where to go. But anything Tex-Mex is better than anything Cal-Mex.

4 & 11 pass to Section 10 is making me cry with laughter. What? Why? It’s halftime! Throw it in the fucking end zone.

“and NOT whatever poor excuse Oscar Mayer passes off as bologna, but the genuine sliced stuff.”

I break up the actually great Pacino when he sounded high-pitched and adenoidal with the low, rumbling gruff Pacino, which is broken up by Scarface. He’s still had good roles, but they are literally two different people. He can’t play quiet anymore. Playing quiet and whiny made his tantrums so much less hammy.

No. Cancer is more karmically fitting.

These are always the hottest takes. I mean, I don’t care for sour beers, but I admire the craft that’s put into them. I think, objectively, Yuengling takes like malted dog socks, but you went with the virtue signaling “Brooklyn, IPA, blah, blah, blah” bit and it is as predictable as the tides. Literally any craft beer…

“You would definitely not be allowed to play in my golf foursome” is possibly the least effective personal insult of all time.

The glory hole is actually just a knothole that’s been knocked out of a piece of wood so people can see what’s on the other side of it. And then you fuck it, or something.

Venezuela is a basket case because they have a shit government. Finland is not. Both have mixed economies. Your reactionary stupidity notwithstanding, you don’t have an argument. You have verbal tics based on a first-graders understanding of the world. Moreover, you can EASILY make the case to show just how…