I prefer dealing with your insane bears over some of your insane humans.

The most valuable life lesson I learned from my mother was to moisturize.

Cared? I think the weed may have impacted a few other of your facilities bud.

As long as CNN is kept out the loop. I detest Richard Quest.

I saw that movie. The one with Timothy Olyphant.

So is that what's called a camel toe? Oh shit. . . . I'm on Jezebel.

I know how they looked before Hollywood came knocking, but we're talking about bearded dudes and not hypothetical unshaven dudes.

Not all. . . .

You won me over at supernatural STDs. I'm heading over to Amazon.

Like I said. I'm just fucking around with several long-term trolls on Gawker. :-)

I don't understand why I laughed at your comment. I tried Googling that quote to see if it had some cultural relevance. Funny, but confusing.

Heavy sigh! The decades old debate. You got peanut butter in my chocolate. No. You got your chocolate in my peanut butter.

May I humbly request this post be rewritten by Hamilton Nolan from Gawker? Just for sharts and giggles.

You just reminded me how much I miss Brian Moylan on Gawker.

I found your post as fascinating as I found the essay above. I actually had to read your post twice just to grasp what is going on between you and your partner. I'm trying to wrap my head around how you partner identifies herself and to that end I have a sincere question. Was your partner born a male, but feels…

Wait! What? Will I get called down to human resources if I google jelloparty from my office computer?