Speaking for everyone, where’s xanax?
Speaking for everyone, where’s xanax?
Also what am I going to do on Christmas day, if there are no ER stories. Will I need to talk to my family?
God damn it. Stick to sports and stop talking about the MLS!
*chef's kiss*
We may not all be as eloquent as Will at the end there, but I think it’s safe to say we all feel the same way.
A question for the Funbag: why should I keep reading anything on this website after Jim Spanfeller and Paul Maidment went to the lengths of firing Barry, like cowards, for the dumbest of reasons?
I want to support the writers here—this is both the best website that exists, and has ever existed, and the best sports…
If it’s been a rough night (for example, if I’ve been up late reading about the wanton and needless destruction of a beloved website), and I need some breakfast comfort food but still need to rush to work, I might reach for the Trash Panda Special of chunky peanut butter over a hot toaster waffle, allowing the peanut…
Palmer is possibly the worst brand of chocolate I can think of off hand? Its always chalky and way too sweet
Surprised you guys haven’t been told to “Stick To Cars”.
The airline industry can’t afford to invest in Fairey tales.
This is an obligatory post, since I’m an infrequent Jalopnik contributor, and I’m not a full time writer: G/O Media is killing Jalopnik.
As someone who was once part of a similar insurrection against arrogant, incompetent, and condescending management, I want to applaud all of y’all for today’s showing. I’m sure you’re simultaneously enjoying the fun of mutiny while also understanding the risk. Please also know how much it means to us here in the feebl…
Also, in the event the G/O management succeeds in banishing politics from all the blogs, we’ve created a refugee camp here:
Attention G/O Writers and those who read the articles, you’re all free to join us and write over at Gawrker. We have no boundaries, we have no rules, and you can stick to whatever you want there.
Man, I love people who self-own through being hilariously inept. You know, pumpkin thieves, thin-skinned vulture capitalist owners of blog sites, those kinds of folks.
Oh thank God, I was thinking Deadspin had been shuttered.
That’s just sad. A wonderful creation just surrounded by crap. I mean, imagine trying to navigate, only to be accosted by this giant pile of garbage that you have to try to wade through. It probably just piled up automatically.