You. Yeah, you regular commenters. WTF is your damage? Who wastes their time becoming valued, consistently funny regulars on some total dipstick’s food blog?! NERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDS.
My earliest memory of my father's best friend Chris isn't specific enough to piece together, probably because I knew him my entire life. I'm sure he was loudly saying something tasteless as hell, though. When he died after complications from a stroke earlier today, all I could think about was what sort of utterly…
What do you do when your heroes die?
Welp, you've done it, haven't you? You posted some bullshit that's straight-up offensive, degrading and/or general asshattery toward a large segment of the GT community. Heck, maybe you've even made a real giant douchecanoe of yourself and re-argued some asinine fuckery in the comments when people rightly pointed out…
Something interesting has been happening in the Midwest this week, and depending on which newspaper you pick up with your morning coffee you might think it involves beleaguered law enforcement heroically facing aimlessly angry mobs intent on destroying everything in their path, or you might think a town…
i wish i was drankin
Thank you, client, for not telling my boss you'd like to move back your event by three hours until I was already walking through the front door. On New Years Day. When I am here by myself. I so very much love sitting around dicking with my phone for 5 hours straight because there is literally no one else in this…
So, I watched part of the first round of the NFL Draft today, and I discovered, to my undying glee, that there exists a family where parents Hugh Mingo and Barbara Mingo named their three sons (I swear to God) Hugh III, Hughtavious, and Barkevious. This is a thing that happened. HUGHTAVIOUS. I die.
*At home, as I'm completely unsuspecting of the horror about to unfold*
Dad: So, I think I need to talk to you about sex.
Dad: There are some things that I think you-
Dad: -should really know. For instance, do you know what a blowjob is?
Me: STOP TALKING.
Dad: It's when a woman-
*I flee from the room…