I don’t hold any grudges, I’m rarely on this site. I actually forgot what we were arguing about.

Didn’t know you had deadlines.

Nope.

I wish he could do some jail time, but also some community service helping people of color. It’s hard to hold onto those levels of hate once you make personal connections with folks.

Jacques, you are clearly a man of unusual compassion and grace.

Sure, it was a naive question, but why go out of your way to mock somebody and make them feel stupid?

Albert, you’re my favorite writer in the Gawker stable, but i dusagree here. The triangle clearly had it’s time. Phil has more rings than he has fingers to wear them from his days as a coach. The game passed him by, and he never evolved like Pops or D’Antoni, but he brought MJ and Kobe title after title when no one…

Why ask a douchey, obvious question?

Finally, at long last, someone recognizes my heroism. (weeping.)

I solemnly thank you, Pink Floyd Mayweather III.

You have one of the best/funniest voices of any writer on Gawker. And maybe the Holderness family is awesome in person, but they sure do seem like self-absorbed, privileged fuck-wads of the highest order. The fact that this agent thinks Penn is an awesome dude simply means that the agent sucks. You’re lucky to be done…

Whaddya do with 20,000 unacceptable bobbleheads?

I follow this advice for the first 15 minutes of every party.

Exactly. Dude’s windshield is broken because he honked, not because he hit the kid in the crosswalk.

The McLaren driver acted like a jackass for hitting the kid, and he doubled down the ass-hat card when he honked at the kid after hitting him. Maybe the skater didn’t have the deep reflective wisdom in that split-second when some rich dude knocked him over then was a dick about it. I don’t blame him for that.

Working at TGI Fridays because you love to cook is like selling Thomas Kincade prints in the mall because you love fine art.

PT Cruisers are the automotive equivalent of denim pants with an elastic waist. As such, they fully merit our collective derision.

I’ve seen a bunch of Chicago bike cops, and almost all of them are riding just like those guys; geared way too low, knees not extending, etc. They need a tutorial!

I’m disappointed to find the vehicle of the future has one small bench seat.

No surprise that there wasn’t a single mention of wife/kids.

His statement reminds me of the old Dean Martin line, where he talks about physically craving alcohol, and ends by saying “I’m alright, my body’s a drunk.”