Tbh this whole thing kinda reeks of the golden child/scapegoat dynamic in dysfunctional families...but since their scapegoat is a wildly successful, famous athlete and a footbaw national treasure (while their golden child is...a former Bachelorette contestant), obviously this does not compute so it must be his awful…

In a perfect world, I would have Giordano’s sauce on the Lou Malnati’s butter crust, and die a peaceful death after achieving my life’s goal...alas. But, I’m glad to hear that you have some decent pizza options available to you (and am deeply jealous of your BBQ options)!

This is very true! The only honor that we’d be dueling for is the supremacy of our regional cuisine...and while I certainly love cheese curds, I will fight someone to the death over some pizza.

I very much agree with your points (lolz, the Quentyn plot - why, GRRM) and while I started and finished the books during the duration of the show and generally prefer them with the depth of content and plots, it’s certainly nice to actually get the content/resolution when promised.

It is! If anything it’s more revealing about the person I’m talking to (hurr durr I’m judging you for something you have no control over), but it’s an attitude I just can’t wrap my head around: we were having a great time and seemingly getting on just fine five minutes ago, but now you must swear a blood feud against…

I’ve had the same experience while hanging out with a bunch of Wisconsinites, while I have the audacity to be from the Chicago region. They affectionately refer to us as FIBs (Fucking Illinois Bastards) - people would be cool, conversation would turn to where we’re from, I mention it, then I’m instantly an asshole. It…

I’m legitimately disappointed that The Piano Guys are performing D:

It’s...unsettling that this dude went ahead and straight-up articulated exactly what everyone was afraid of with Trump’s election.

And?

Yup, my thoughts precisely. I envision it going thusly:

As a haver of prodigious assets, I can vouch that Spanx do an excellent job of concealing panty lines in form-fitting dresses.

Goofer and the Butthole’s Drivetime Tit Fiesta

I know this gesture/expression combo intimiately from my drunken early 20s...I accordingly like this Corinne character a whole lot more!

Is it weird that this gif upped my respect for this girl by like, 10000%?

And yet I’d probably still do him.

I just made an involuntary hand-waving “shoo” gesture at my monitor upon seeing his face in the header. At this juncture in our history, ain’t nobody got time for bb or his shenanigans.

Tilda Swinton, who had never changed out of her workout outfit consisting of a white tracksuit, made him mac and cheese.

I got a little giddy thinking about the compounded power of a double People’s Eyebrow, not gonna lie.

a ridiculous conservative website...Heat Street definitely came in white hot

That shade gave me life, and is my go-to example in trying to explain the nature of shade to the uninitiated.