He should stick to his business ventures and silence his critics with success.

When the back-up lights went on I spit milk out my nose.

When people tailgate me excessively, I pull over and let them drive away. I’m just not that important. Plus, sometimes I get to see them pulled over by cops a few miles down the road.

There are plenty of assholes who drive cars (and aren’t drivers).

Bereaved?

Fuck your head with a rock.

I loved “Independence Day.”

You had one job. ONE JOB.

I don’t follow sports, but I assume the Sixers are really bad.

Wait, they’re playing a game with rules? WTF?

I would love to see (or listen to, more likely) Schefter and Stephen A killing each other.

I could not care less about this.

It’s not like the African continent is about as big as China, India, the US, and most of Europe combined, and populated with a dizzying array of ethnic groups in fifty-four countries. Gee whiz.

So much this. Harriet McBryde Johnson’s take down of Singer’s bullshit is a wonderful thing.

I wish a meteor would land on Peter Singer.

Love the manchildren whining about this.