Shout out to Fyodor Dostoevsky for writing "The Idiot". One of the dopest books I've ever read. U got this dumbass walkin around all naive and misunderstanding things like a moron!
Shout out to Fyodor Dostoevsky for writing "The Idiot". One of the dopest books I've ever read. U got this dumbass walkin around all naive and misunderstanding things like a moron!
I had few objections to this bracket. I thought it was fine. Why was buffalo chicken dip seeded so high?
And the inclusion of Skyline Chili was puzzling seeing as it isn't a dip. I'm pretty sure it's tiling grout.
Burn in hell.
BabyDUAN! After a 5 hour delay due to Vegas' shaky healthcare system, the Coolwhhhip's brought a healthy 8 lb girl into the world today. She and Mom are doing great. Now it's on to her college fund, which is getting placed on the Broncos Sunday. Cheers!
A woman after my own heart. That is consideration to the extreme.
Good old Onion Dip (Lipton Onion Soup Mix + sour cream) served with Ruffles is one of America's finest creations.
Look, it's not my job to tell you awful, awful people what to like and not like. But, fer chrissakes. Salsa is one of the jewels of humankind. And you morons are choosing derivative boneless Buffalo wing slop over it. That is a thing for you to think about.
There have been so many rumors and pie-in-the-sky dreams about a Los Angeles football stadium that we won't believe it's happening...
That's one of the coolest album covers ever. So's this, minus the stupid "deluxe edition" logo.
[turns left knob]
— chief among them...
I knew this was coming the second I laid eyes on the bracket. Damnit, Jolie. I had actual guilt — actual Catholic guilt — over the onion dip v. pub cheese battle. I know the onion dip is gonna win but that's not the point. I also know they are both - objectively - hideous foodstuffs with no redeeming qualities…
The joke's on Budweiser. Once people get a taste of the tears streaming down their cheeks, they'll never settle for a Bud Light again.
Here's one for when you're just starting out:
This is the guiltiest of pleasures, but I run to it nonetheless.
She was robbbed. That is the perfect encapsulation of the Seahawks bandwagon — an aggressively batshit declaration of devotion that we all know is going to disappear from sight in 6-8 weeks.
Wow, she went with the Detroit mullet: vacant, graffitied business on the left, overgrown disgusting piece of property on the right.
Blessed are those that believe that my icon is properly centered; they shall inherit the next kinja IT job posting.
But time won't let me.