Well, now we know where to find the guys who will die of a heart attack in their mid 40s.

I think I came in right after Lennay, but from what everyone says, the site has, um, matured since the early days.

Well, it’s not the worst interpretation of The Puppy Who Lost His Way I’ve ever heard, but it’s close.

If I’m feeling charitable, I’ll often feel bad for some of the letter writers as holy shit, how fucked up are their lives that they’ve decided to angrily write emails to randos on the Internet. If I’m not feeling charitable* I’ll read through to get an ego boost and start to believe that I truly am a more highly evolve…

Very true. I’ll never understand people who seek out articles and web sites that they know will piss them off.

Hey Terry, are you new here? Seems like you might be new here.

No, but your wife will.

All night long!!!

You’re right, calling the Oakland Raiders a clown car driving through a grease fire is totally licking Brown’s boots.

If I’m one of the 3 best people in the world at my job, then yes, I definitely expect to not be fired if I threaten to punch my boss in the face, as long as it has no effect on how I perform in said job. 

Does your tongue ever get tired cravenly licking the boots of upper management?

It is almost comically on the nose that the Raiders would get in a dick measuring contest w/ their best player, only to Bobbitt themselves, because they could. 

It helps him avoid the eternal temptation that is night shades.

“George!!”

“But first, a barn raising!”

Just as long as he brings the Skippy peanut butter.

“Feelin’ cute; might deflate some balls later.”

To be safe, he should make sure both The Stooges and Uncle Tupelo are represented.

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

And also “whether or not he had just eaten asparagus”.

The picture at the top makes it look like McVay peed himself, and it’s on him to prove me wrong.