I remember that comment from that chat probably better than any other comment made on this website just by how fucking right he was.

So at the moment, he’s privately financing it on top of the ~$500 million relocation fee (which I assume is paid to the NFL?)?

Barry, you guys have probably already detailed this (but the site’s search function is not so great and I’m lazy) but what are the financial details of the Rams’ new stadium?

How in the hell were we supposed to choose who was bae from all of those options?

I mean, that’s still admitting that he thought that those D-Monies and Smoothies impregnate white girls, he just couldn’t even muster the brain activity necessary to speak in better code.

Without having listened to all of 1989 (I don’t think), I can’t even fathom what song could possibly be better than Wildest Dreams

She didn’t say it was bad to do. She just said, shut the fuck up about how good you are for doing it, more or less.

So, Trump gets barred from entering, and some places (currently undeveloped land?) remain undeveloped? Sounds like a win-win.

Man, that’s fucked up. What happens when the cat gets scared and runs away in a crowd of tens of thousands of drunken idiots? That guy should not be allowed to keep his cat.

People are so weird, but I also find this kinda touching?

All of these guys could really learn a lesson by attempting to model their behavior after Bills’ fans.

Which staff member holds the worst opinion about something and what is that opinion?

Everyone really does come here for the dicks and fucking

If you don’t properly shame poor children, how will you ever ensure they pull themselves up by their bootstraps in adulthood?

There could be no more perfect soundtrack than Juicy

skin color

That seems like a joke friends would make among themselves. Maybe Rand thought they were biffles?

My preferred form of address for the in-laws is also “Hey.” They know my preference and refuse to bend so we’ve reached this uneasy detente where they keep referring to themselves as “Mom” and “Dad” to me and I fail to use any noun whatsoever to address them.

I’m so sad/embarrassed to report that I had to go back after reading the first few paragraphs to figure out the joke about how Jesus got here.

What time to do basketball players have to show up at the arena for work on a game day? Is staying out until 2 a.m. really any different than a regular office schlub catching the entirety of Monday Night Football?