The first. The latter is perfectly fair, provided she’s naturally producing the testosterone.

The ‘Harry Kane tap-ins’ shade was the highest of quality.

I’m an injured runner who took up crossfit and has more or less abandoned running. Sometimes I go vegetarian for a little while. I’m able to shut down parties just by being in the neighborhood.

That haircut is business in the back, Megan’s Law in the front.

The question asked about sports.

“The single worst thing that has ever happened to an Armenian”

A behind-the-scenes look at the art direction:

Buffalo residents will travel anywhere for cleaner water.

You forgot Phish concerts.

Forget R2D2, all I think of when I see Michael is the prince from Shrek.

Biographer: What do you recall about your debut with Bordeaux?

I think what explains Donald Trump is that he has no sense of long term consequences for his actions or his statements. The book that took him from random real estate developer to pop culture reference was “The Art of the Deal,” not say, “The Art of the Stable, Viable Long Term, and Profitable Deal that Yields Steady…

Came here to bring up the “Is he smart” scene, that one is a killer. HOWEVER, Jenny isn’t as bad as you think:

No wonder quality of shower heads were dramatically improved

I stopped being sad when Jenny dies once I grew up and realized how fucking terrible she was to Forrest. Stringing along a mentally challenged man, knowing she could use him because he’d do anything for her....exposing him to god only knows what when she has sex with him and gets pregnant. Only to never tell him that…

Having a kid totally messes you up. Just about any sappy commercial or movie with emotional moments between a parent and their kid will now tug at my heart strings. And when I see stuff like that poor Syrian boy who drowned (which is, objectively, tragic) it takes all my will power to not lose it.

I never used to cry, and not because I am some macho “real men don’t cry” type, I just never felt the urge to cry. After having kids, I cry all the fucking time. It’s ridiculous. I was crying just the other night describing something that I had cried about a couple weeks earlier.

Inside Out! I was crying in the parking lot after the movie.

In golf I believe that’s called the dreaded Double Honkey.

Bahrain in Spain kicks mainly in the brain.