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Madras-n-khaki Lockhart Steele dunked the biggest seersuckass of them all, Chris Mohney, in a playground fountain just long enough for the pool of blood to fade blue. (I learned Morse Code from vein-tapping, don't worry, all good.) Sadly, for Mohney, he lives to cough up a load of Steele Power Juice and checks back into the hotel you can never leave. Sorry man, I am not running into that burning church for you. I already died once for your sins. Not again.
Perhaps Lock could shed a little more light on what he said about your "poor editorial judgment" at Gawker? (Do you hear those Spiers bells of not being a "good fit"? Gotta love the little spunk.) Yeah, he and Nick were not fans of your work. You cranked out a lot of boring shit. Apparently you also had a problem "managing" to read your editors' work. Kinda weird since it's in the job title. We all remember that debacle when you trashed Andrew Hearst a day after Jess Coen praised him. Man, you sure were a dick. If I was Jess I would have knocked you in the gonzers. Lock cited "several other problems" with your Gawker leadership, like, failing to keep a tight leash on some of your more error-prone underlings. (I think the blame could be spread all around on that baguette and you probably weren't qualified to do it anyway.) He finally admitted how right I was about how wrong it was to move you over in the first place. (Ahhhh, try to imagine me at 4am with a tall boy of smugness. Completely disgusting.) Still, I think they were a bit harsh. I really miss voting for Great Moments In Journalism.
Don't believe any of this? I don't expect you to, but I'm willing to bet a nephew or two with Tay-Sachs. Go ahead and trust those who sign your paychecks but I know what I nose what I know. And unlike the Denton fan-fiction (no Nick, it was just a regular hangover, hallucinogens are so college), there was a third person in this conversation and if you want confirmation I'd be happy to give it. The stink trail starts at Rivington and it's been doing crazy-8's for quite some time now.
Perhaps Lock could shed a little more light on what he said about your "poor editorial judgment" at Gawker? (Do you hear those Spiers bells of not being a "good fit"? Gotta love the little spunk.) Yeah, he and Nick were not fans of your work. You cranked out a lot of boring shit. Apparently you also had a problem "managing" to read your editors' work. Kinda weird since it's in the job title. We all remember that debacle when you trashed Andrew Hearst a day after Jess Coen praised him. Man, you sure were a dick. If I was Jess I would have knocked you in the gonzers. Lock cited "several other problems" with your Gawker leadership, like, failing to keep a tight leash on some of your more error-prone underlings. (I think the blame could be spread all around on that baguette and you probably weren't qualified to do it anyway.) He finally admitted how right I was about how wrong it was to move you over in the first place. (Ahhhh, try to imagine me at 4am with a tall boy of smugness. Completely disgusting.) Still, I think they were a bit harsh. I really miss voting for Great Moments In Journalism.
Don't believe any of this? I don't expect you to, but I'm willing to bet a nephew or two with Tay-Sachs. Go ahead and trust those who sign your paychecks but I know what I nose what I know. And unlike the Denton fan-fiction (no Nick, it was just a regular hangover, hallucinogens are so college), there was a third person in this conversation and if you want confirmation I'd be happy to give it. The stink trail starts at Rivington and it's been doing crazy-8's for quite some time now.
