Mike was like “Good gracious, pasta so tasteless”
Mike was like “Good gracious, pasta so tasteless”
What she did / is doing is shitty, but so is homelessness. I hope she finds some way to save her apartment and get some kind of job, for her kids’ sake at least. No one should be homeless.
I take no joy in this. Despise the woman but I do feel for her children who never asked for this.
Can St. Louis Piazza even really be considered Piazza?
Like, the fuck do people expect him to say?
I knew driver training in Germany was really, really good.
So are we a host when we have a penis inside us? Does that penis belong to us while we are hosting it? Can we do with it whatever we want? Just asking.
This is not normal. This is not normal. This is not normal. This is not normal. This is not normal. This is not…
No Chunk?
I’m finally ready to admit that whenever I see USMNT the first thing that comes to mind is Ninja Turtles. This is my burden to carry.
For many years, I thought that Marcie, the bespectacled, book-obsessed girl in Peanuts, was Asian American. It…
Easily the worst thing about college football is that both teams can’t lose.
One problem with elite is they always want to talk about actual news stories. We have to reach out to whites where they live—comment sections.
I have nothing but respect for The Whites, even though many of them are addicted to opiates and are too lazy to get a job! I have some Whites in my family, they are good people, hard working, respectful! If all The Whites where like The Whites I know, they would be happier.
There was some bad hair-band video in which a woman kicks some dude in the balls after he does something bad to her—I remember laughing at it as a kid and my super-feminist mom telling me that balls-kicking was akin to rape. Rape! I will never forget how shocked I was even as a child to hear my mother say that.
This is so good. And mirrors so much of what I feel. Hopeless and angry and just so fucking full of rage at the class of men that I don’t know what to do with myself.
Thanks, Bill Simmons.
That’s no moon. . . .
what is wrong with you