Add vodka, and you have a John Daly.

Sooooooo goooooood. At least we get Elisabeth Moss killing it in Handmaid’s Tale and I’m waiting to see how The Romanoffs shakes out with Matthew Weiner having John Slattery and Christina Hendricks in the mix.

5 bees for a quarter.

As a Mets fan who was at Game 4 on Halloween when Murphy booted that ground ball, I do not have sympathy for you.

You can always tell the people who picked up their Looney Tunes fandom from boardwalk t-shirts circa 1995.

Could the Raptors flip him?

But we’re glad to see those of you still around are still around.

Iris > anyone on staff here, honestly

This is fantastic.

Hello, I am the one who sent the letter. My wife and I thank everyone for your comments and discussions regarding this difficult topic.

Texas Roadhouse? That reminds me of a story...

The best part is when she fell through the ceiling. 

+1 “Decepticons! Retreeeeeeeeeeeat!”

We did the same thing. Our drink of choice was Bourbon and Boundary Water. Fucking amazing after a long day on the water.  

Or his ex-wife.

As long as all of the punches were thrown underhand, no rules were broken.

Wait, if he was sitting on someone’s shoulders, would he have to dribble? He’s not taking any steps and you don’t need to dribble just because your teammates are walking.

Because we are loyal fans of a small-market baseball team. We must wait for a return to glory while following the likes of Seuly Matias, Khalil Lee, Nick Pratto, et al in the hinterlands of minor league baseball.

Twice in four months now I’ve found myself passionately rooting for the Philadelphia Eagles. I’m beginning to question a lot of things about myself.

Lighten up, St. Frances.