What’s the greater fashion sin? Wearing the jersey of the team you just robbed or wearing the t-shirt of the band you’re seeing in concert?

Do you also rank sections of the Sistine Chapel? This shit’s a fucking masterpiece, top to bottom, and can only be appreciated as a whole. And also, you missed this:

I’ll have a Mojito please.

I don’t get all the hate on Buffalo. While I was visiting I got lost after getting spectacularly intoxicated and someone got shot two blocks from my hotel. It was all very exciting.

Jesus, he’s like a character on Deadwood. This is literally exactly how Al Swearengen talks.

Mooches, ranked - AMENDED

I read many years ago a profile in Rolling Stone...there’s a lot to not like beyond the political arena. His first wife physically had during his capitivty a worse time than him and it showed so he divorced her upon returning and remarried an heiress.

he almost certainly will never campaign for office ever again, and will be lucky to live more than another year

While the “Ball Brothers” doesn’t have the same ring as the Menendez Brothers, I really see no other options here.

Locally we know how fragile he is mentally.

Can’t tell if this is good kinja or bad kinja.

Oh, so now they give a shit about healthcare?

Past her? Nah, I just plowed into her!

It’s nice to see a bunch of teenage girls heading the wrong way on something other than my local highway.

If you spend too much time Stalin against Russia, they will go ahead and take the ball for an easy Putin.

If you were disappointed by the “revelation” that Phelps was not going to be in the same pool as a motherfucking SHARK for the purposes of a Discovery channel special, you deserve to be disappointed (and maybe also sterilized)

I’m basically taking his post as an accusation towards me personally, as an (accurate) indictment of my unpopularity with women. That’s why I claim it’s a cheap shot. From there, I act super defensive and bitter.

You go right ahead and hold that grudge, kid. It took me over 40 years to get a foul ball. Life sucks, get used to it.

I try not to fart in front of the fiance if I can help it. But if I’m in bed, or if I’m mad at her, or if I’m really sure that it’s going to be a long extended loud fart that will be hilarious, or if we’re leaving an elevator when other people are rushing in, or if I think I can blame it on the dog, or if we’re in a…