Best image tag in some time. The Gawker team is really racking them up!

Poor, poor New Paradigm.

I want to shotgun the Miller Lites, save for one. I want to then pour that last remaining can of chilled Lite beer goodness down her neck and drink it as it plunges down her voluminous cleavage.

I want to shotgun those Miller Lites, save for just one. I want to take that remaining can of cold Lite beer goodness and pour it down her check and drink it from her voluminous cleavage. I want to get a high five immediately thereafter.

I want to fight this commenting system.

@BadUncle: ...and check the Huizingas on her!

She hasn't been the same since she was tasered.

RocketDuds.

Are they renewing the contract with those cans, though?

But the rack. What of the rack? Oh, the humanity

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. One, two, one two...

@KARENUHOH: perfect...I love you..

I think of her as the rack and the hair rack

@KARENUHOH: I love you...how 'bout rack and the hair rack?

@atipofthehat: "Racking them up." Ooh, i do love a good booby pun.

Can Gawker hire her? It would be great to have her talents on tap.

We'll miss them.

@Macloserboy: 'Tit's the thing I like to most, make puns. Let's make a clean breat of it and admit that breast jokes make us hooter with laughter. And for those who find such jokes offensive, no need to go gazongas over them. Just say so and nip this string before we rack up too many complaints

OK, now I have to edit my own bad writing. Second sentence, "breast" sted"breat." Same sentence, "boob" sted second "breast."

Dr. Parkinson, that shit you sold me is messing with my brain. And was that really your finger during the prostate exam?

They had to let her go. Too much saddlebaggage.

I heard they'd had enough of the product placement conflict of interest, and they realized that everyone who sees her thinks of "Hefty Bags."

Where's she moving to? The Register? Fark TV?

They should just send her over to Weekend Today. Les Holt hasn't been himself since Campbell Brown left him.

If I could have those sweater puppets slap me in the face every morning, I would never need a snooze button.

She looks like a clerk in a Quicky Mart.