I hadn’t heard this shit until I moved to Chicago and my friend from Gurnee pronounced it wrong. The mispronunciation of Reese’s is rampant in Chicagoland.

I flirt like Winston on New Girl. “Hey guy, what your name is?”...”What that thang do?”

I want that ring! It currently links to that hangar art thing, though. Plus I bet it doesn’t fit my size 11 chubby fingers.

I hear her voice when I read this, and I bet all other Gilmore watchers do too!

Is there room in your hidey hole for me? I was a fan of Logan, too. Maybe I’ll feel differently at the end of my current re-watch, but I don’t know.

I meant the middle of the plane. I don’t think I’d want to risk sitting in the middle seat and having to stay there.

My thought with Southwest flights is that you should sit in the middle for the best shot (not that their flights frequently have empty seats these days). People who have to sit in the middle will either take seats at the front of the plane to get off faster or they’ll think if they keep going to the back there will be…

I read this as he should stay “until the last election is over” and nodded my head.

I’ll do anything to hasten the demise of skinny jeans.

Dear god, I love Kumail Nanjiani so hard.

Colin told us that we’d have a story with great monikers in it this week. This did not disappoint.

Me! At my annual review, my boss told me he would help boost my resume because it’s clear that me working there is not a good fit for either party. Not that this was news to me, but it makes me angry that he tells me I’m good at my job but doesn’t have any interest in keeping me. It’s at the point now where weekends…

Good message. Not who I wanted to hear it from.

Dude, if you’re telling “light-hearted anecdotes” maybe don’t word it, “you fall in love with them, they fall in love with you....” I mean, it doesn’t sound good either way, but it’s slightly less offensive in the first person.

I was once looking through my parents’ fireproof box for my birth certificate, and I found this card from a woman confessing her love for my dad. Apparently this secret admirer asked him to put a sign at the end of our driveway saying “yes” or “no” depending on how willing he was to cheat on my mom. My dad was…

I think he’s telling us that he is legend enough that were Tupac alive, he would have allowed Chris Brown to ride in his backseat. He is mistaken, and it’s easier to think he hid in the backseat until they were rolling and then popped up all, “Hi guys!”

Because the target demographic for this never knew how to behave properly in public in the first place.

I read Ethan Embry’s live tweets during Can’t Hardly Wait when it came out on Netflix streaming. I got so excited when he started following me. Then it turned out he followed everyone who tweeted something during that viewing. Sigh.

Moose hate Santa.

What is this Deadspin?