To be fair, a lot of us who don’t have a problem with Kanye West also don’t get him.

What about Jessica Jones, where her detective agency is also her apartment? Is that sort of thing allowed?

Great article by Gail Sheehy (and yet another great image by Jim Cooke). Articles like those submitted by Anna Therese Day are the real history of what’s happening on the ground. The news industry should invest more in these people.

Must find a way to work, “sold the okie dokie” into casual conversation.

This is because there’s such a disparity in team goals, even within the same conference. Some teams actually go out and recruit girls out of state, while others are scraping to find the minimum number of girls who even want to play.

That was my favorite part. She dipped one finely-manicured finger and thumb and retrieved a tortilla chip with a dollop of cheese and a dangling jalapeno, and set about nibbling on it like a chipmunk.

I hope the Warriors win the title again so we get a sequel. If they win a bunch in a row, maybe they’ll get into “Smile”-era Brian Wilson.

This is the list I would like to read. Pokemon, least appetizing to most appetizing.

Happy this series is still ongoing! Hopefully, the book provides a more worthwhile recipe next time.

Patrick Roy’s number was already retired twice.

“While I myself will work on my sweet-ass handles.”

though it doesn’t manage to beat out the likes of women’s volleyball

I’ve bonked the night before running a marathon, before basketball games, before martial arts tournaments. Immediately before the event, I could see it being a problem, but the night before? Shit, it helps me sleep.

I wonder what the divorce rate is for retired athletes compared to active athletes. I get the feeling once these guys are home full time, they become harder to deal with.

Yeah, I’m sure he can dunk. But can he dribble a basketball?

I once told a police officer that his rear tail light was out and he told me to fuck off.

What made him popular was catering to idiots and now he’s tired of that and his audience isn’t interested in non-idiotic stuff. That’s fine, he wasn’t hurting anyone and if the money’s there, go get it, but I don’t have sympathy for him that the lowest common denominator he wallowed him isn’t ready to rise up with him.

I cried when they brought him back to life.

“Whoosh!” —Sarcasm, passing over seemingly every commenter’s head.

“What did I do to deserve this song?