You act as if the honey wasn't already produced. If the artist hadn't used it, someone else would have. Further, the money spent on honey, whether you put it in your mouth or dump it in the sea, insures more bees.

Who would have guessed that ridiculous exaggeration is sexually transmittable?

I couldn't even get all the details in about median-pisser for fear of confusing people— the median he was in was less than a hundred feet from an intersection and busy crosswalk! You don't even see shit like that in New Orleans anymore.

Ah Hamburg, the city where a bum will pull his dick out in broad daylight and piss on a small patch of grass between four lanes of busy traffic.

We're gonna need a bigger cross.

Nothing says "Do not hire!" to people quite like saying, "No one will hire me because someone said I'm difficult!" fifty thousand fucking times.

Clearly, she's talking about a location on the internet. Just as the internet has an ending, it has a beginning.

Typical American blogger telling people from other cultures how to live.

Every smoker assumes they're going to die before they finally have to spend a couple of years with lung cancer. It's the same for people like this— no amount of punishment for someone else who gets caught will deter them.

I'd say the misleading headline was much more reactionary.

What about this story makes you angry at Mark?

"Sultans of Swing" is pretty swell, too.

The song is written from the perspective of a guy delivering microwave ovens and such. Unless you think Sting hates gay people and is also... delivering microwave ovens, you shouldn't worry about it too much.

Rachel McAdams was once the very definition of a pretty dark-haired woman.

Wowzers! That's... that's really something. Here's a self-portrait of me, btw.

I had a couple or three thrupples last night. Came to in a sex box. Don't recommend it.

Looks like those fellas got their comeuppance. Good job, Scelfo!

Indeed. I don't know exactly what I just watched, but I liked it.

They almost certainly wear cups.