I just got back from the UK- saw Ireland/Canada and Australia/Fiji in person, and it was awesome. I’m supporting Ireland, but I’m worried about their chances against France.

You missed the best picture- this was taken right after Wales beat England, and it’s sibling rivalry personified:

This sums up my experiences trying to keep semi-kosher in Asia, particularly in Japan.

I was just out in the Shoreditch area on Friday, and even in the last year or two since I was there last, it’s gentrified even more. So many hipster lumberjack beards....

I had to try and explain the Trump phenomenon to my puzzled/horrified German coworkers recently. Pretty much all I could come up with was, “Fuck if I know!” and a variation on this:

Given the functional illiteracy on display in the comment, I actually hope it’s a troll.

You literally don’t know how to spell “Muslims.” Troll better. Also, dismissed.

This. A thousand times this. I am not adopted, but I have seen adoption situations that ranged from fantastic and as good as it gets to really fucked up and probably shouldn’t have happened in the first place. And the problem, particularly with international adoptions, is that you can’t always tell which is which…

I would have just had blood running from my eyes and ears by the time it was over. It would have looked like fucking Carrie was sitting in the back row.

More like this, given that we’re talking about 1797 here:

I refer anyone arguing that the U.S. was founded as a Christian nation to Article 11 of the Treaty of Tripoli. Read it and weep, folks.

I’m a little late to this party but can we get some coverage of the Rugby World Cup up in here? Pretty please? It’s all of the best parts of football with less stoppage of play and brain damage!

Clearly, these people are dangerous.

Spoken, coherent English clearly isn’t amongst those things.

Yep!

No, because I picked Jeb, but I got Dennis Quaid’s Napa Valley kitchen (I mean, the wine thing is accurate, so no complaints here).

He made a whip out of cords and drove them all out of the temple area, with the sheep and oxen, and spilled the coins of the money-changers and overturned their tables, and to those who sold doves he said, “Take these out of here, and stop making my Father’s house a marketplace.”

I would think either spelling is acceptable, in that case.

Honestly, fairly or not, I have way different tolerance levels for unique but culturally significant names than I do for names that are just misspelled or made up or whatever because a parent wanted their kid to be “unique” and called her “Susan with a silent Q,” or whatever. Not that I'd give the kid shit for it, of…