WANT.

I worked at a fairly large cadillac dealership in the service department. The service department consisted of a very long building with service stalls on both sides and the dispatch office (where I worked) was right in the middle. I was one of the very few females employed in this department. It was a fun job but…

I screamed with delight when I saw that one. Unexpected plot twist!

I would like to thank not only God but also Jesus for the chance to see Pinkham rip apart the Precious Snowflakes who feel it is their sacred duty to defend belligerent asshole customers one last time before the year is over. It truly is the most wonderful time of the year.

I've read 99.9% of these more than once before and I am still snorting with laughter.

They would even mix it in with their sweet tea.

Never ever stop Pinkham.

I never commented on Gawker/Jez/Kinja/etc blogs until I found Kitchenette and BCO. Praise be to the Uberest of Trouts for bringing such a wonder to our weekly lives.

... yet

Ah, blessed be thine BCO. A maker of Mondays.

Thank you, yes, all of this right here.

I present to you my 80-year-old grandmother's handiwork.

Hands up. [Teh cancer, for starters.] Fucking anti-vaxxers make me want to scream.

WUT. 3rd gen Pole here. I must have inherited the elder tastes.

Yeah, my doctor told me to expect as much. My son doesn't seem to get the lingering cough as badly, so I'm really hoping that the scarring to his lungs was minimal. Here's my favorite part of my permanently damaged lungs: coughing so hard I violently barf. Whee!

Agreed. My mother had a terminal illness that made vaccine and proactive measures impossible to take, and I wanted to knock down every hacking, mucus spewing kid near her. It was terrifying to go on even the most mundane errands.

It has become my favorite place in the Gawker family. Even when I disagree, I do so joyfully.