Oh--Indeed
Oh--Indeed
Oh--Indeed

Or how Christians were a protected people in the Muslim caliphates.

LOOK AT THE SOIL AROUND DES MOINES,STUART. CAN'T BUILD ON IT, CAN'T GROW ANYTHING IN IT. THE GOVERNMENT SAYS IT'S DUE TO POOR FARMING, BUT I KNOW WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON, STUART! I KNOW IT'S THE QUEERS! THEY'RE IN IT WITH THE ALIENS! THEY'RE BUILDING LANDING STRIPS FOR GAY MARTIANS, I SWEAR TO GOD!!!

I still very much enjoy a large glass of ice cold whole milk. I like the taste, plus it's a nice, simple salve for my near-constant heartburn.

He will definitely at least send an email about it.

I like how she takes total White Girl Hair Privilege with Ayoade's hair.

He's pretty clearly not a decent person, so why would you expect him to do the decent thing?

I don't know why anyone is surprised that he fired his assistant for doing what he, himself, did, but sees no reason that he should lose his own job. Hypocrisy is de rigeur among conservative Christians, along with complete self-serving obliviousness.

He shoots himself after seeing the horrendous shit that Lena Dunham writes for him and his friends to say, right? That's gotta be it.

The MRAs really loooooooove this issue, as they think simple obfuscation proves them right.

You do realize you are commenting on a sports blog, right?

"When a dude of gravity tries to distinguish his neck from his face by arbitrarily shaping facial hair that is the bloatee."

$100 says it's a red panda.

This is the first time I've ever clicked on this here little feature and I definitely feel like I'm worse off in life for having done so. Like, I wasn't hung over, despite the full 5th I drank and the 4 hours of sleep, until just now. Thanks so much.

Adams Morgan used to be DC Bro Central. Now it's "daring?" What happened?

He wants to put it in her Jewish grandmother?

Jesus wept, Yeezus slunk.

I used to write random things on shirts for myself back around the turn of the century, like using a Q-tip and bleach to write "Keep America clean, eat a pigeon," on a black t-shirt, or taking a Sharpie to a wifebeater to let all the customers at Beauty Bar know that "I would be a lot happier if you weren't here."

Whatever you may think of foie gras (and, personally, fuck geese. I swear, if any animal ever deserved to be force-fed until its liver was fatty and delicious, it's a fucking goose. Assholes, every one of them), Ox, and bartender Bryan Tamayo, are both considered to be near the top of the game as far as food and

I've been saying this (quietly) for years; I can get a dozen bone-in, skin-on thighs for $2, while people are paying $5/lb. for bland chicken breasts.