Esquire's "most gripping story you will read this year."

Nah. I haven't had sex with 21 in years. About 28 of them and counting.

 

OMG! Another witty burn. You flipped the script on me there, didn't you? I don't know how I'll recover from that one. I'm happy you've accepted my own nomination as the the moral compass of this tiny Internet clownfest. I've consulted its readings and after a brief debate, I'm ready to hand down a ruling: You're also a no-talent douchebag.

I'm glad you've dashed to Boom's rescue, by the way. Did he send up the Boom Signal, like Commissioner Gordon? I'm curious, was it a giant illuminated bottle of Maker's Mark?

HELP! BIG DOG! HELP! The nerds are organizing! I can't hold them off much longer!

 

No.

No more commentary on "my, how nasty it's gotten." Fuck that.

This is what it is -- calling out the trash.

 

What'll it be squire?

 

GB, some of the posts are giving me a hankering for the hard stuff -- I'm thinking it will be cognac tonight. And then .... let it be Lowenbrau.

 

Indeed. Pick a side, or get the fuck out of the way. When the suspensions are doled out, I'll happily accept mine. But fuck this. Enough of the assholes getting the last word.

 

Speechless. I feel like Usain Bolt sneaking into the Special Olympics.

 

We agree. So when will you shut up?

 

You can see why your much better half doesn't come around anymore.

 

Right you are, sir.

 

HELP, BOOM! HELP! THE COUNTER ATTACK HAS FAILED!

 

Douchebags on the backpedal at 12 o'clock.