Curt is working on a first-person shooting game where no one dies, because All Lives Matter.
Buttnut
buttnut
when you find occam’s razor but instead use it to cut your own dick off.
Lots of good lines, but I am shocked no one pointed out these Eagles season ticket holders in the clip.
As a fake internet attorney, let me preemptively address the knotty legal arguments from those who would ask “What about his right to free speech?”: Shut the fuck up you fucking idiot
The banned fan’s seat will henceforth be filled by a statue of the fan.
I propose a compromise, they can keep the stadium, but it shall henceforth be known as the Kiddie Diddler Dome.
Again, Beaver Stadium should be demolished, the earth it sat on salted and Penn State should never play a down ever again. Should. But nobody in Happy Valley or Indianapolis who ever was or will be in a position to do the right thing will ever have the decency to do it.
Huh in addition to that screw up, Comstock actually announced she wasn’t going to vote for the bill this afternoon before it was pulled.
The GOP blew a 237-193 lead in the House.
As a Wizards fan this is at least fifteenth most depressingly hilarious thing I have seen during a basketball game
The best part of capitalism is when shitheads accidentally waste their money in the funniest of ways.
Every day makes me more and more glad the Orioles gave him up...
“What if C.S. Lewis Fell Down And Hit His Head on the Corner of the Coffee Table?”
But while the book may be a three-hour read, it’s packed with concepts that will be discussed long after, including a list of “Questions to Ponder in the Shower” that reinforce the story’s purpose of highlighting the most important-yet most ignored-questions in the world.
This photo is like a modern day Last Supper
Fucking hipster. “Big deal. I’ve seen better. I saw a vastly superior catch made by a Vietnamese immigrant during a stick ball game while I was traveling abroad in Andorra. It was at night as the sun set over the Mediterranean Sea. Only three of us saw it, myself and this deaf mute couple who were teaching me Moorish…
He licks baaaall! Oh my God! The Who. This fartin’ flinger! It’s so baaad!
That will happen when you forget to forget about leaving Kevin home alone again. That kid was born a sailor.
I know it looks staged but I was just learning how the log piles work thought they were going the other way. And I was genuinely trying to get out of it at the end.