“From the windows... to the walls?”

“From the windows... to the walls?”

Sportswriters: “Our hot takes shall blot out the sun!”

Strip their NCAA accreditation. Strip their funding. Burn the buildings to the ground. Penn State University will always and forever stand for placing football over the health and well being of children. The great enablers of child rape. Rot in hell forever, Penn State University.

Week 2 of the Open Qualifiers of the RLCS is this week as well. Not quite hitting organized broadcast status yet (next week for League Play), but you can find the Twitch streams out there.

Don’t forget Team North America U-23... who I’m pretty sure are run by Hydra.

Nah. He was three mayors ago. And also five mayors ago. Yep, he Grover Cleveland’ed it.

“Ante Up” and “X Gon’ Give It To Ya” are the greatest and best songs for getting hyped to fuck shit up. And they both include horns.

Oh god, it’s so true it hurts.

Last night, it was a Bastion turret set up *behind* a Reinhardt shield.

“And there was a massive tidal wave and it wiped Dorne off the map.”

When I got married, I didn’t do anything synchronized, but what I did do was make a pre-recorded introduction using Rage Against the Machine’s “Wake Up”, and voiced by Jim Fucking Cutler. That let me loop the intro guitar riffs during the bridal party, and then time out “Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Culby!” right up to…

My typical threshold is “when the wife threatens me with the clippers.”

Ya ever have peanut butter on a hamburger? It’s *phenomenal*.

It feels like they’re doing everything in their power to make social media about everything except your friends. “Here’s all the important things. They’re from celebrities and brands.”

Look at that Team North America logo, they *are* the heel squad. #HailHydra

I posted your comment on Twitter, and someone replied that you were absolutely right.

My then-girlfriend and I went to a show right after Mink Car was released, and I was going to propose as they played “Another First Kiss”. They never played it, so I proposed outside after.

Let me tell you about fuckin’ Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

“It’s gonna be, like, 2 degrees? Nah, I’m good. I’ll stay here.”

Oh shit, you're right.