When you really, really need to see celebrity nipples poking through skintight blouses there is only one place to go on the web, the The Daily Mail. Now there's another reason to visit The Daily Mail, a new game for killing time at work. The goal is to get as many red down arrows as possible when you comment on their articles.
You'd think it would be easy. The Daily Mail is just like the New York Post except it's targeted at toothless limeys instead of toothless guys from Staten Island. Work some pro-ObamaCare into your comment, maybe a gay marriage doesn't really hurt anyone, and those red arrows will start piling up, right? Right? Wrong. The problem is you have to get your comments through those warehouses full of censors housed somewhere just east of Mumbai.
Rejected Comments of the Past Week
My Comment: Seems like every pillar in Turkey is rock hard and circumcised.
My Comment: Mel Gibson should make a movie starring Greg Kinnear. Americans will flock to it and it will make gazillions.
My Comment: Where are her ovaries, fallopian tubes and vagina? That's not human anatomy. It must be what a Barbie doll looks like on the inside.
My Comment: What's next, one of those WalMart scooters with the basket on the front? Lame. Kan't Kourtney buy a better man?
My Comment: Son of Sam meet Son of God. Jesus has worst taste in men than Taylor Swift.
Accepted Comments
Sometimes I do get a comment through the censors. Remember my goal is to get as many red arrows as possible.
My Comment: If I was dating Solange, I'd tell her to lighten her hair, take photos of us together, and then tweet everybody that I just met Beyonce. Rating ▼8
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