M. Night Shyamalan plot twist: that’s not his kid AND... it’s Nick Nolte.

Maybe they will help solve the recent surge in home break-ins throughout Houston...

Now I can’t unsee that, dammit.

I’m reaching back about 20 years, but even teenage me thought the game controls were very clunky, but fun chaotic co-op. Might be great at the barcade.

Or... OR Pigskin 621 A.D.?

“Diamonds... she’ll pretty much have to.”

The photos of the bloodbath are beginning to now surface:

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“Thrown Off The Cent.”

I love that they need to clarify that this is an “individual” world record attempt. So where’s the video for “Farthest Washing Machine Throw (Team)“?

When the pressure of the day is just too much to bear, kick back and deflate into a nice cozy pair of TB12 pajamas... where the only PSI you need to worry about is: Pajama Sleepwear Indulgence.

You had to know it was coming, over and over again.

As his hairline is rumbling, bumbling, stumbling toward oblivion, no one circles those bloodshot beady eyes like the puffy skin bags.

A penalty like that is sure to land that arrogant DB in some hot water.

The most expensive deal in history for a close, huh... Watch out, Mr. Cashman, the Yankees are now like the New York Yankees of baseball.

There really is only one knot that Curt should be tying these days...

Or that one Gawker episode were they have this washed-up leathery old dude eating some real nasty stuff.

This looks like a food segment from “KIDZ NEWZ.”

dicks out, folks. dicks. out.