Scotankhamen
Scotankhamen
Scotankhamen

This comment has more dingers than he’ll ever hit.

Here, just take all the stars and upvotes for that one, friend.

This is the comment that I needed to feel better about the world before I went to bed. It’s brilliant. My thanks.

Guy hitting .205 in High-A ball is worried about the wrong Mendoza.

Kraft and Richardson share the sentiment, but “my stage” reeks of Jerryland.

It’s gotta be Jerruah. “This is my stage.” Sounds exactly like something he would say.

The Packers have neither a majority owner nor minority ones.

It is? I’ve never thought huckster had any racial connotations. Hmm. 

PLEASE let this an omen from the gods presaging the collapse of the Trump Campaign! I will totally stop being an atheist for this!

Seth Meyers has been on it this entire election. He, Sam Bee, and John Oliver are getting me through this.

Anybody else finding themselves sighing frequently, not enjoying things, like ice cream, as much, constantly feeling on the verge of unexpected violent tears? Anyone else get queasy when they turn on the news, cynical when they open their Facebook and wary when strangers start talking in a doctor’s waiting room that

I mean, sure, Fallon blew it, but no more than any actual fucking reporter who has gotten a chance to interview Trump. Hell, he even got us new information- Trump’s hair does move.

“The next time I see you, you could be the president of the United States,” Fallon noted, a smooth, untroubled expression on his face.

Good to see Jay Leno’s awful legacy is in equally shitty, fucked-up hands.

Fallon is an idiot.

I can’t believe 2016 is a real year that we’re all living through.

A bronzed god with silver hair issues forth a golden shower.

Not the idiot we want, but the idiot we deserve.