Booooo.

with each passing round, the “Are England”-ness of this world cup only magnifies. I’m expecting nothing less than the most breathtaking of pants shitting—whether in semis or the finals, it’s impossible to know. But it’s going to be marvelous, and it’s coming home.

It’s the Donald Trump of foods: A slurry of old asshole on the inside and an unhealthy day-glo nightmare on the outside.

I’ve always wanted a dessert sandwich.

That last strike in the last clip—pretty sure that’s what Caine used to kill Abel. Or how Samson killed 1,00 Philistines. It’s fucking Biblical, is what I’m saying.

Jack could use a shoulder to cry on because that bat is fucking glued to one of his.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

The fact that the victim stuck around after all that is amazing. I’ll take any excuse to quit a workout and go home.

very first post is victim blaming. good fucking job.

That top image makes it look like he’s forcing Jeff Bezos to smell his belly button.

My best, Ed

I heard Yanni

Well obviously they need a few hundred million in tax dollars to build a new dirt oval.

He had the strength of five men.

“Joke’s on them! Check out my awesome parking spot now”

Fuck you! Take your star god damn it!

Usually Curry takes over the next morning. That may just be me though.

“I told by Applecare that I could walk in the store and get the part!”

Not surprising. Qatar has a way of using sports to kill people’s dreams.

and also people