The way certain actions break video game coding is fascinating to me. Is the “no A” challenge competitive? Like, are there leaderboards of who got X amount of stars without jumping?

I don’t get the durability issues. At first it was jarring but after a while I didn’t care at all. I always have a weapon available. I save the strong ones for strong opponents and use the weaker ones for everything else. I keep a hammer for ore, a leaf for boats, and a torch for lighting shit on fire. I did upgrade…

D.B. Pooper

No, but the photo-credit link below the picture is. I swear I’m not fake news!

If you click on the link below the picture, there’s another link to the recipe on Velveeta’s Facebook page. It’s basically just Velveeta and Ro*tel. I’d add a bit of chorizo to really make it pop.

Google image search comes through in the clutch:

“WESTERN PLEASURE: Jason’s Horse Secrets”

(western pleasure is a type of horseriding which I only know about because it sounds filthy)

Like this you mean:

He would just cancel it

To be fair, most high school kids celebrate prematurely the second it goes in.

No, he didn’t. They were sent from an iphone; Hope Hicks finally learned how to thread.

I’m a 31 year old woman. Challenge accepted.

Rumspringa training.

School playgrounds, at least, tend to extend the hours of restricted access by the public until 5:00 PM-6:00 PM so that students in after-school care programs can utilize them. Public playgrounds certainly are open to access but it isn’t really a matter of not inconveniencing kids. I’m sure that women would not…

You said they were “Identical Twins.”

The Lebatard Show is consitently the smartest, dumbest, most entertaining show on radio

This is all very unfair to poor Sage Steele. She makes it clear it’s not herself she’s worried about—it’s all the OTHER flyers (some of them immigrants too, by golly by gum!) who were being inconvenienced for whom Sage Steele’s heart wept. And all because some untidy and obstreperous liberals got a little upset about…

Currently imagining Michael Scott in Times Square.

That’s the worst part of being north of 30, isn’t it?

Half Navy? Like, Coast Guard?