This week we learned that an internet divided over the correct meaning of the word "illin" cannot stand. Families were torn apart as brother turned against brother. Even the placid waters of Gawker's group chat, Campfire, turned violent in the storm.

Here at Gawker, we have an open door policy when it comes to our readers. We encourage you to send us your tips and your thoughts and opinions. Or rather, we don't give a shit about your opinions but we know you're going to send them to us anyway. You're a moxie group of aol users, aren't you? From death threats to sexual favors, it seems selfish to keep it all internal. So enjoy this small sampling of cock-filled, slime-ridden hand job offers that grace our inboxes each and everyday.

North Dakota probably regrets hiring a sex-starved 15-year-old boy as the artistic director for their new tourism campaign. They've pulled this ad because it looks like the first paragraph of a rejected Midwestern-themed Penthouse letter. (Click to enlarge)

Touché to Michael, a.ka. commenter MichaelX, for his quick response to our Republican Primary Bounty List. He sent us several photos of Republican candidates getting makeup applied, and will be duly rewarded with a check for $22.75. But now that this loophole has been exploited once, we'll clarify the rules for all future submissions: We want your original photos of candidates in the compromising, humiliating positions listed, not professional photos that you might find on a simple Google Image search.

Today I was playing around on Facebook's advertising interface, and found myself learning a little more than I want to know about Facebook's employees. Facebook is happy to tell prospective advertisers how many of its own workers are into kinky sex stuff. (40, FYI.)

How excited were you to see that story about Rick Perry calling on a mannequin during a Q&A session at South Carolina's Squat N' Gobble restaurant today? What a moron, that Rick Perry. That's precisely what you thought.

I do not watch football. In fact, I have a deep-seated loathing for the very game of football that goes back to the cold Sundays I was forced to endure with my family at Foxboro Gillette Stadium. I hate football. But that doesn't mean there aren't some football players I want to bone.

The entire massive opulent Bloomberg Media mothership is little more than a huddled mass of journalists, yearning to be free. Our post today about the various internal gripes against the company—crowded bathrooms, prison-like layout, mean bosses, everything—brought the following note from another insider. It is worthwhile reading:

Do you know how easy it is to make money on Twitter? I found out this morning when a bunch of pranksters turned me on to a service called Pay4Tweet that they'd used to Tweet disgusting pictures to hundreds of thousands of people. I signed up — and made 70 bucks while people Tweeted "fuck you" to my boss.

Arthur Laffer, the right-wing economist who is second only to Reagan in right-wing masturbation fantasies for allegedly proving that lowering taxes increases revenue (it doesn't), has been sued for his alleged involvement in a Ponzi scheme that bilked investors of at least $3.1 million.

Welcome to the first installment of Worker's Comp, chronicling the paper cuts and perforated esophaguses of your fellow working man. Suggest interesting injuries by emailing maureen@gawker.com.

Last year members of Congress, at the urging of some centrist pressure groups and coming in the wake of Rep. Gabby Giffords' shooting, decided it would be cute to sit next to their colleagues in the opposite party to promote civility. So: How did they civility thing work out last year? Let's not answer that just yet, because the important news here is that they're going to try it again at this year's State of the Union.

Banning jeans in a newspaper's newsroom is dumb and mean.

Frustrated by the city's recent uptick in violent crime, Mayor Michael Nutter has decided that the only way to stop the violence is to give Philadelphia's would-be murderers a small dose of real talk. [PhillyMag] (h/t HughEDillon)

Last night during the greatest sociological experiment of our time, we had to deal with the most threatening psychological illness of our time: anxiety. Yes, Vinny, of the carefree manner and enormous schlong, was dealing with a crippling case of ennui.

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. So we should all be proud that, according to a Foreign Policy investigation by Mark Perry, Israeli intelligence officers pretended to be CIA agents so they could recruit Pakistani religious fanatics to assassinate Iranians. How sweet.

Bloomberg LP is an incredibly successful media company. It is famous for tight security, tyrannical, controlling editors, plush offices which act like a luxurious cage to ensure that employees never leave the building. It's a place built to engender paranoia. That's probably why employees feel the need to write their tips to us on company stationery, and mail them to us.

Newt Gingrich is running yet another attack ad on Mitt Romney in South Carolina, this time simply throwing spaghetti at the wall: He's donated to Democrats, voted for a Democrat once, loves abortion, yadda yadda yadda. Also, Mitt Romney is John Kerry, in that they are both from Massachusetts, where the official language is French. Watch Mitt Romney speak French in 2002, like a fool.

Apple fanboys in the U.S. have nothing on their Chinese counterparts. The launch of the iPhone 4s in China caused an actual riot in Beijing, with the gadget-hungry crowd flinging eggs at Apple's sparkling flagship store.

The above-referenced ass-kicking will be delivered by none other than professional political rabble-rouser Bill Maher. The 10th season of his Emmy-nominated HBO staple Real Time with Bill Maher premieres tonight, and Mr. Polite welcomes raging liberal Rob Reiner, Rep. Debbie Wasserman-Schulz (D-Fla.), and Dubya's former speechwriter David Frum to his illustrious panel.