Ohhh RahXephon was my favorite!

Yeah I was the same way and then I had kids. I once let my three year old throw up into my cupped hands in an effort to save my couch from the vomit. It worked so, yay? But definitely something pre-kids me would never have done.

Looks to me like you’re the butthurt one.

I always love seeing “this isn’t an excuse” followed up by some lameass excuse that they hope makes up for whatever stupid decision they made.

Why wouldn’t you want that to be real????

USA! USA! USA!

The ref is right freaking there too.

Hey, don’t talk about Ann Arbor like that!

Is this your first day on the internet or what?

I think Alexie should pull “The Bees...” and replace it with this in all future printings. Perfection!

I don’t know much about track sports beyond the obvious so I have a question: Bolt seems taller than everyone else, is that an advantage or disadvantage? Or does that not even matter when it comes to running?

I was 19-years-old and a little girl called me “ma’am”. I turned around to see who she was talking to. A piece of my soul died the moment I realized she was talking to me.

I NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT THE SEAT I SAID IT WAS ALL OVER THE FLOOR I KNOW HOW IT GETS ON THE SEAT.

Let me tell you, the ladies room is no fun either. I’ve had to hike my pants up to my knees sometimes in order to avoid pee on the floor. It boggles my mind. Doesn’t everyone else sit on the seat? Or at the very least, hover? How does it get all over the floor like someone left a fire hose unattended??

I know everyone’s talking about how shitty some of the players are off the field or how much they could sell the ball for, but if I was ever in that same position as that guy I’d probably do the same. I’d sleep better at night knowing I said “Hey, it’s yours” rather than “How much will you give me for it”.

We’re posting Luther gifs? *sets down tea*

Questions like those are the worst - “If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?” Yuck.

You have to wonder if this is how those old timey people felt when the town crier went around at three in the morning going “IT’S THREE O’CLOCK AND ALL IS WELL!”