It doesn’t have to be something cute, no. I’ve talked to one of the bartenders about it, actually, but he seemed pretty diffident, and I wasn’t sure whether it made more sense for me to escalate on my own as a concerned cis ally, or to contact a local organization. I hadn’t thought about leaving a Yelp review, as I…

It’s neat how they let that guy from Fine Young Cannibals hold the trophy.

“I could care less...than you!”

omg can you imagine if there’s another cold war and they blame a Jalopnik sub-blog for it

That’s the second time you’ve compared this to wrestling and... no. I mean, the shit-talking that happens in wrestling is *scripted*. Or is improvised by *characters*. Real people behaving this way? That’s childish nonsense.

“They had me at Drax floating in space, shouting “Die, spaceship!””

That’s actually German for “the spaceship.” 

Gamora is every mom who’s been greeted by her child inexplicably while she’s super busy.

Ha! We haven’t heard the last of...

Also, Rubberband Man is the greatest name for a character with elastic powers ever created.

Judge’s problem is that he’s 10 stories tall and made of radiation, and thus has a massive strike zone. Every player has a spot in the strike zone where they can get beat, and because Judge has such a big strike zone there’s a big area in the strike zone where you can pitch to him.

Neither of those facts were fun, don’t come to my party tonight,

First, the hogs are taken to the rendering plant. Then, after all the good parts are parceled out, the rest gets canned as Spam.

These are not the bears I’m waiting for this Friday afternoon.

Right, roll your bluff check to not immediately start banging in the streets.

Mom, you’re great. Stay here.

Mom, you’re drunk. Go home.

While we stopped short of national mourn (he reaches a fine age). Bruna’s end was all over the news here. Everybody here has grown up or is raising their kids on Nijntje.

Google. Educate yourself.