I’m sick of that fucking Toyota “You Don’t Own Me” commercial that they play during every break of every fucking game. “YOU DON’T OWNNNN MEEEEEE” as her car tells her to stay in her fucking lane.

I was working on the Hillary campaign in Denver, and Lena came through to “help get out the vote.” My sister in law drove her around for part of the day.

So... say this happens. Say the recount, say they find impropriety, say the election result is overturned.

Hi.

Counterpoint:

What not to do:

And worse, anything they want will be rammed through because he’s a fucking dullard with zero intellectual curiosity.

It’s not that confusing.

The problem is, Trump can appoint to be his “senior counselor” whoever the hell he wants. Only his cabinet appointees allow any say from Congress... or anyone else.

In the box: Arena. Probably who we’ll get.

First, regular wings are better. They just are, man. The flavor is better. Most places have them non-breaded, which is a bonus. And you know what? Eating them is fun.

My wife and I are going to begin trying for kids when we get back from our honeymoon in February. She wants three kids and I want two.

There’s also the fact that the KC/Denver game will have some playoff implications, as the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th best records in the AFC are all in the AFC West.

Maybe you should have fucking voted, you self-righteous dipshit.

All you motherfuckers who couldn’t bring yourself to vote for her? You built this.

You have some of the worst takes I’ve ever heard of.

“I didn’t vote, so follow me to the new movement.” -H. Nolan

You forgot one.

All you fucking assholes at Deadspin, bragging about how you didn’t vote, should go fucking fuck yourselves.

Yes indeed. All of this.