I think the point is in between the lines.

Since you’ve said you don’t use Uber, why should anyone care about your opinion as a non-user? And since you’re anal enough to sit there and give a response to every single point against you, with your “I don’t give a shit attitude” seeping through the keyboard for all to see, I reserve the right to disregard your…

Because you didn’t get charged anything for the extra time you had to wait, and you weren’t burning gas waiting for him.

The problem here is that fanboy Johnny, who prides himself on being techno-savvy because he knows how to use a smartphone app, calls for an Uber, placing the pin in the middle of nowhere instead of on a decipherable address, and then decides he can ten more minutes of shuteye because he was up all night watching booby…

So us drivers, we’re just donating our time then?

I don’t think “killed” and “murdered” are synonyms.

This lady is hilarious. Love her.

I enjoyed this piece. I worked in radio for 21 years. My dad’s only advice was to join the Navy. I actually did that, and got kicked out after 6 weeks for my asthma. Now? I’m a publisher, photographer, and writer, fields of pursuit totally alien to my Army-Reservist/Carpenter father.

In plain English, Netflix pays the studios a licensing fee to show their movies and TV shows, and that licensing fee has an expiration date. When the license expires, they have to take the movie or TV show down. This is why so little of Netflix streaming content is watchable, because the studios are charging…

Yeah let’s all cry for the thug. He got paid enough money that he never has to work again unless he wants to. He doesn’t want to work? Fine. Let him go and quit bitching about it. I have a boss too, and if I don’t do what he says, I don’t get to keep my job. Period.

Johnny Football is a narcissist who was catered to his whole life by wealthy parents and influential coaches. He doesn’t love football, he loves and craves the attention that goes with football. Now, he’s a millionaire and he can surround himself with sycophants and get the attention he craves with money. He doesn’t…

Or in your anus.

Hmmm. A moat, with bridges. I wonder where the bottlenecks would be if there were, say, a terrorist attack in the stadium, and people had to get out in a hurry?

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This made me laugh. I’ve often noticed the difference between my wife and myself is how she’s entranced by lyrics and I’m more about riffs and beats.

Yeah.

Be honest. This whole blog was just an excuse to post twenty photos of a hot black chick with nice cans.

I think your call to “self-police” would begin with not offering bullshit “the drag racing is on a desolate street” justifications. Obey the law, and people won’t hate you.

I wrote a screenplay a few years ago based on the idea that Bigfoot is the Biblical Cain who killed his brother Abel. Apparently there are some fundamentalist religions that believe this.

That polio vaccines in Africa caused the HIV virus to make the jump to humans.