... I don’t remember.

Icing: They have figured out it’s a race to the puck.

How the hell am I supposed to know what badge this rebadged car has when it’s pixelated? Am I missing something here?

At what point does Brett Lawrie start looking like the good guy here?

I was almost going to be with you until you kinda got racist with it.

Also, this.

Not that oddly.

Oh, god, like telling me not to think of a pink elephant, you’ve sent me down the rabbit hole. Why have I done this to myself.

Coming up next:

I’m choosing to read it as hilarious satire. But just in case, I didn’t star it.

This photo looks like a screenshot from some sort of skateboarding reality show.

Amazing coincidence: I lost a ton of weight after giving up Bvrger King.

Yeah, hopefully your significant other can keep you from destroying yourself.

Those moans of pleasure you’re hearing on the street are Bryant’s fantasy owners cumming all over the place.

Hey.

Now that you mention it...

You can literally eat ice cream for dinner.

Financial supporters.

It’s a valid turn of phrase. Do we need to say “fans” every time?

I, for one, welcome our amorphously fat tiger overlords.