Get out.

Calling in a bomb threat on a train because some lady didn’t want to put up with your drunken antics? That’s a real... loco motive.

Whoa, try not to cut yourself on that edge, brah.

Despite their coughing up of the lead late it’s nice to see the Celtics able to hang with one of the best teams in basketball.

Marchman sleeps under a pile of damp wash cloths.

Man that is messed up, and right after he shoots Richie Incognito, I really think we need to take his guns away from him.

Aurora, with all due respect, shut the fuck up.

When you woke up this morning, did you think of yourself as someone who would call the teenaged survivor of a mass shooting a liar on the internet, or are you surprised to learn that about yourself?

no. it’s also a junior lightweight that hasn’t lived up to expectations

This has been fascinating to me for quite some time. A huge chunk of Americans—it might well be the majority—do not see prison as rehabilitative. They have no interest in redemption, or change, or personal improvement. They view the people coming out of prison as no better than they were when they went in, no matter…

He did make a Boogie Nights reference in there though. So we get that bingo square.

Who fucking cares, either way?

Nothing like getting served, pestered by Sherrifs & taken to court over a Will that myself and my sisters are not only 100% excluded from but do not even have any interest in contesting in the first place.

Oh cool, so not only are you willfully engaging in whataboutism that serves no other purpose than to downplay a guy leering at a 16-year-old, you’re also a sexist prick that uses gendered insults for no fucking reason other than talking down to someone calling out your bullshit. What a peach you are.

What about whataboutism? Stick to the point pls.

You’ve commented on something you know nothing about to say that you know nothing about it, so congratulations, you have now done Twitter.

Should’ve been you, Curt Schilling.

This is exactly the type of man I hope would break ankles with unforgiving malice.

Just last night, I had a pounding headache and a weird jerky bit of depression creeping in and just wanted to go to bed at like 8:30 and read until blessed unconsciousness set in. First, though, I decided to pick up the house, and twenty-five or so minutes later the house was clean, my headache was gone, the…