Cohen is possibly the world’s most avid private art collector. Tons of Koons, Hirst, etc.

Possibly a Damien Hirst. Steven Cohen is a major art collector.

I feel like the “curse” rumor in the banking world re: Cohen might have more to with his insider trading troubles.

Irony being that by shooting his useless, ignorant shitbag mother, her son actually is being protected by her gun.

Anybody else hate having to constantly explain, “I’m not against guns, I’m against every fucking useless idiot having access to any gun they want.”

Posted this elsewhere, but Paul O’Neill is literally the most idiotic voice I’ve ever heard during a baseball game. Worse than Hawk, worse than Sterling, worse than Joe Fucking Morgan. He simply sounds like an actual half-wit, and I can’t imagine why they bring him back for guest spots so often.

Paul O’Neill is easily the dumbest person I have ever heard announce a baseball game, which is no small feat. The last time I heard him, I was initially unaware it was him, and kept being blown away by the stone stupid shit this guy was saying. And the fucking guy played baseball for years. Imagine the torture of…

What, exactly, would you expect from a champion of ignorance who owes his station in life to the promotion of ignorance?

The name of the lime tree isn’t related to the slur, but is believed to be derived from the Arabic kafir, which refers to non-Muslims who have read and rejected the Q’uran. It is believed the tree was named by Muslims referring to where it grew, in a non-Muslim area. Still, no particular need to use the word, since it…

Fuck this guy, but, man, also fuck that chart. I don’t care if I’m surrounded by 8-year-olds with cancer, if I catch a MLB foul or home run in the stands, cleanly, that shit is mine. I been going to games for over 30 years and have dozens of MiLB balls, not a single MLB. That first motherfucker is mines, all you kids…

According to my Kenyan friend, this headline should just read “Argument between two Nigerian men ends about like you’d expect.”

They wouldn’t be no loss, they ain’t worth a toss/it’s about time they all dropped dead!

There’s a spectacularly meta joke about literary masturbation being made by someone, here. Maybe it’s me.

Not my first rodeo here, but I’ve always thought that this vertical could use a dash of practicality for those of us who don’t have time to hunt through this Charles Dickens v. Hunter S. Thompson hogwash while my greens are rapidly wilting (or whatever, I haven’t even attempted to parse out the recipe steps in this…

I’m all for embellishing recipes with stories (or loads and loads of whatever inane bullshit, as is the new style around here), really I am, but consider adding an actually readable, referrable version of the ingredients with step-by-step instructions somewhere at the end of the post for people who actually do cook…

Awwwww, he looks really, really sorry. I say let him go with a stern “NO!” and a wag of the finger and then, after an appropriate period of time, belly rubs and treats.