That’s a strange Smiths cover, but whatever, I still like it.
That’s a strange Smiths cover, but whatever, I still like it.
Blues Even Up Stanley Cup Final With Impressive Schooling Of Bruins
Please please please please please please... Oh please beat the Bruins...
he went on a little tangent about how, actually, it was not a scuffle
People here are too old to know. As someone in the 18-24 demographic, he is as widely loved as he is hated. The demographic on this site is primarily mid-20s to 40s and their hip-hop allegiances were to people like Eminem, Biggie, Nas, 50 Cent, etc. They don’t understand him. He’s the biggest rapper since Jay Z and…
I’m 42, so while I know Drake is an immensely popular musician, I’m not familiar with his music. Can somebody contextualize his talent and relevance as an artist?
“This is some pretty heavy stuff.”
Can’t tell you how many text messages I exchanged with friends seriously worrying about the health of a person I have never met and will likely never meet.
Jesus, man. This is harrowing. Like everyone else in the comments, I’m glad things didn’t go differently.
Freddie: *smashes a home run*
Me: *makes fun of little Charlie for getting owned by his dad*
Freddie: *runs offscreen*
Me (seeing that he never returns to the picture): “Just like my dad!”
Say what you will about the outcome, but this year’s Kentucky Derby was worth it for Matt Bevin getting viciously booed by my fellow Kentuckians.
Somebody who forced a Gold-Glove shortstop to third base when acquired by his team while putting up some of the worst defense ever at that position has the same right to talk about accountability as our current president has to talk about morality.
I know it’s jeets and he’s a legend but nobody’s just going to gift it to him. Success isn’t wrapped up neatly in a basket.
correction: “white parents of the 00's.”
throw coach Pete Carroll
The Pete Carroll bod is a difficult look to maintain. Just keep angrily chewing gum and ignoring science and you’ll do great!
...this has been Emmitt Smith Goes To The Moves.
If someone was going to ruin Endgame, I’d have guessed Andy Reid.
There really needs to be a book about the teenage girl section of the internet circa 95-99. When we had Angelfire and gURLpages and webrings and cliques, and a few rich girls had their own domains and UBBs for us to flock to every day after school. From my experience in that world of fawning rants-and-raves writing…