This should have ALL the stars!

You seem to have a fantastic grasp of the English language. Congrats!

How, exactly, does the First Amendment apply to a company (any company) and its internal rules of conduct or discipline of an employee? I’ll hang up and listen . . .

“Rescue dog” people are the WORST. It’s a damn pound dog. It wasn’t in a firefight. No sharks with laser beams on their heads were chasing it. You didn’t “rescue” that shit, you adopted it! #blazinghottake

Are you a First Amendment absolutist? Do you believe in the First Amendment and boobs?

“The lion doesn’t care about the opinion of the sheep.”

NEVER. The end.

It is his take on this. Because he’s a fuckwit. He writes dozens of comments a week on this board, and he’s a narcissistic, holier-than-thou douchebag in all of them. I don’t get these morally self-righteous asshats constantly finding fault in others, but I recognize them for what they are. This guy is the Joel…

Not for nothing, but I guess you missed this line:

Call me crazy, but if unions were the answer to all life’s woes, wouldn’t they be growing like wildfire rather than slowly vanishing? Wouldn’t union strongholds like Detroit, Cleveland, and Buffalo be booming?

Maslow’s Hammer at work!

Your actual name is “Owen Good”? Excellent . . . now I know that if I ever come across “online writing” by “Owen Good,” I can good and goddamn well skip it. You’re a travashamockery of a writer/human.

This is the absolute zero of Hot Takez™.

“Trying something and saying that it works is not an advertisement.”

[All Matter in the Universe, just sittin’ here chillin’ in a tiny, extremely dense ball]

I don’t think he “forgot” to redact this or was just too lazy, I think it was a conscious decision. First, he had hope that it would go unnoticed, and that’s not unrealistic. Imagine how many phone calls that dude makes every month, then imagine having to go through each of them and determining what the number…

Ah, the constant refrain of the fan intoxicated by New Coach Smell . . . never gets old watching that shine dimmed by a loss to Kansas!

Bruh. KILLS me!

I’m forty-fucking-one and just saw the “O Captain, My Captain” scene on TNT a few days ago . . . cried like the bitch that I am!

Yeah? It was the first movie I ever saw with my (then) three year-old son in the theater . . .