Man in charge of protecting the environment leaves trash everywhere.

Your buddy did the right thing. Is it a crime to walk around in women’s underwear covered in poop? Maybe somewhere, but probably not in LA.

I’m pretty sure I hate two-tone everything with orange pinstripes today.

True story, similar to this one.

I don’t think this is what he meant when he planned to get shit faced that night....

I think it’s just one of the Gawker editorial processes. They probably inserted this step as a replacement for the grammatical check stage of publishing.

I’m quite sure I’m not good enough for it to matter, but I always take the full bag with me anyway. My take on golf is that it is a pleasant place where you’re not only allowed, but encouraged, to drive around a vehicle with a beer in your hand and whack things with sticks. Anywhere else you get in trouble of going…

This was my first thought, specifically on why in the world anyone would only carry four irons.

Also, the women’s luggage allotment is twice that of the man

Also, the women’s luggage allotment is twice that of the man, if we assume the golf bag to be non-gendered. That feels like a pretty archaic notion, really.

The 14-club rule has been in effect since 1939. Why would they only account for half a golf bag?

Medium-rare is 100% the perfect doneness. Nice crust on the outside with some blood inside to enhance the flavor? At that point all you need is salt and pepper to help with the crust.

You stop that now. Both of them are going to be really upset with you!

This is awesome, but seems like a lot of work just to get a functioning heater and defroster.

roof racks have become car person’s “yeah well...” to the novelty truck world.

I’ll take, “Headlines I Never Thought I’d Read” for $200, Alex.

User name checks out, but it’s missing the “_Douche” from the end.

Now, a gallon of gasoline cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ‘em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you’d say.

I remember when these tubes were laid out at gas stations; a little bell would ring, alerting the attendant who filled your tank, checked the air in your tires, checked your oil and washed your windshield.