How about you go fuck yourself.

All hot takes aside, I feel sick when I see stuff like this. He’s a young man with more money than he knows what to do with, probably grew up relatively poor, playing a sport that is violent and his capability to be violent is applauded. Now there’s a victim of abuse, and a guy who’ll probably lose his ability to make…

“I like both Dornan (look how cute he is here) and Johnson (for many reasons, but largely because she looks so much like our very own Joanna Rothkopf)...”

The cherry on top of the shit sundae was picking up the 2018-2019 option at the end of October. They went from guaranteeing the guy $2.4 million for the 2018-2019 season to deciding it wasn’t worth keeping the guy in the building in the span of 3 months.

“At some point we’ll figure out a way to resolve that, that’s a win for him, and uhm, a win for us.”

I don’t think you meant your comment to sound so ignorant, but damn does it come across that way. 

Please tell me how this dalliance could have been better lead? These people don’t want us there. If Bush had added more money and troops we’d still be having this conversation. You can’t “win” in Afghanistan. We’ll end up withdrawing at some point. It might be 3 years, or it might be 10. But we’ll end up withdrawing…

I starred this. I really did. I promise.

We are never going to “win” the Afghanistan war as long as there are Afghans there.

“Temperatures are currently below freezing throughout the day, dropping to as low as minus 21 degrees Celsius at night.

How much you want to bet an Instant Pot explosion kills the fat lady next season?

The guy put his life on the line in service of this country. A whole hell of a lot more than most that are born here do. I’m in total agreement with you.

Gravity’s gonna get him.

When you don’t sleep for days on end during a manic episode, interesting things are bound to happen. I’ve been there. Thanks for making that clear.

Hash browns sound good right now. Maybe latkes. Or gnocchi. Nah, think I’ll just go for some sweet potato fries.

Good for her. She finally got to walk down the aisle.

“Out of bounds!”

Psst! You guys, it’s spelled S-e-l-l-e-c-k.

You are Kinja Rob Halford.