The post giveth extra time and it taketh away all Russian dreams, it’s the circle of upright.

When “Let’s Remember Some Guys” goes wrong.

Let’s remember Big Van Vader, aka Vader, who passed away on Monday. A truly innovative big man who was very agile for his size. Seeing him do a moonsault blew me away when I was a kid.

I wrote this up for a forum after hearing the news, its the best I could do:

Are you saying you don’t salt onion rings (or really, anything else that comes out of the fryer)? There’s nothing sadder than unsalted fried foods. (Well, there’s a shit ton of things sadder, but you get my point....)

You have no idea the levels of fuckery it takes to make me side with the Fucking Eagles, but by god, Donny Boy has done it.

Who didn’t shoot? J.R.

“Horton, Here’s a Poo!”

I’m going to unashamedly #wellactually the delightful couple who begins this post — Short Round’s cap was the 1923 New York Giants, not (what appears to be) the 1916 Brooklyn Dodgers.

Like many chain restaurants, there is no one person named P.F. Chang—it’s a combination of the founders’ names.

I’m here to win medals and get laid, and it looks like they’re all out of medals.

The left opposes being so uncomfortable with gay people that you want to see them be psychologically tortured until they’ve been convinced they’re not gay anymore because that is Bad, Actually.

This is the awning of the age of hilarious.

Jake is the absolute boy.

You miss every shot you don’t take

As a former Whalers season ticket holder and someone who has their tickets to the playoff games that never were (after we lost that ‘92 post-season opener) framed in his office, I will just politely say:

WCW/nWo Revenge

I assume we can look forward to Penn State erecting a statue in honor of Simon soon.

That’s all very nice. Now let’s turn our eyes to the people who aided and abetted him all of these years. MSU, we turn our lonely eyes to you.