Obviously, those of us reading this article don’t know if the correct call was made because we can’t see a different replay angle, but if the review team did see one and it shows that the runner was out, I don’t see how anything about this was “bullshit.”

There was no question whether the tag was placed before the plate, that view just isn’t shown because Lauren didn’t put any replays in this clip (presumably because they completely discredit her “indisputable” assertion). The only difficult thing to see was whether he actually made contact with the tag. If you look…

The only thing that can spoil this is if Mark Wahlberg somehow winds up playing him in the movie.

Funny, my emergency accountant couldn’t stop any of the seven shots my ex-wife took at my tax return.

Foster had seven stops and one H&R Block.

I hate watch this show every single week. And then listen to the Watch What Crappens podcast about it later. There’s just no one to root for. They’re all awful, and amazing to watch sometimes. Kyle and his girlfriend are like watching a semi blasting down the street towards me and I just stand there waiting for it to…

“Either way, it’s definitely illegal to stand on the back of an unconscious person and do a cool flip.”

Giving Carrie a child was a massive mistake.

“I didn’t even know that was an option, five!?!”

...How? She’s basically invisible until she’s within 20ft of a car on a 45MPH road. There’s no way in hell it’s stopping in time, and I’m not sure if it’s able to “panic swerve” around her in time.

Truly, the t-shirt market hasn’t seen a player quite this big in decades.

I recently saw a man pushing a cart down the middle of a busy industrial street, big trucks whizzing and swerving around him, and I started to call the police but then I stopped because I wasn’t entirely sure they wouldn’t just shoot this poor, confused man. I tried to find a homeless hotline or some other way to get…

Chest pains, lack of sleep, “troubling symptoms”. That sounds like good old fashion crippling depression to me. A likely side effect of being literally stepped over and stepped on by superstars your entire life. Prescribed treatment is getting the fuck out of Cleveland.

Baron in the dining room with a candlestick.

My fave pic of my boys ever. Which reminds me of the cover of Stepbrothers. But they are real brothers.

This is Nacho - he’s ready for the office or a night out. We adopted him about a month ago. He’s blind in his left eye and has the stinkiest farts. But he makes up for it in cuteness.

RPI is trash. Just like you.

I’m just glad he went with “someone from whom I bought cocaine” as opposed to the more colloquial “someone I bought cocaine from”.

If you can’t trust your cocaine dealer, who the hell can you trust? Life is hell

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