“Thank you, come again.”

She’s going to feel a new piece of jewelry or maybe a car, for sure.

Eh, whatever.

Just roll with it. With any luck, you’ll be immortalized in meme form.

If they did, their food purveyor has some ‘splaining to do.

Married to an ex-Baptist. Can confirm, not surprising at all.

“(A)fter two weeks of prayer contract haggling, he decided to hire him.”

Down, boy...

I was just thinking about the differences in the cars between now and when Cale Yarborough won his final Daytona 500 (which is about the last time I cared about NASCAR) in 1984. It’s like they shouldn’t even pretend anymore, frankly. 

Never underestimate the lust for power. I mean, the guy is a preacher, after all, and that oftentimes leads to a god complex in its own right.

He makes a great point about the CPD: What do they have to gain by lying and therefore smearing Smollett’s name? 

Well, at least is was HuffPo, so she wasn’t paid anything. /s

I say make golfers play the whole course using only barbecue skewers as clubs. And put the pin on top of Everest.

And about 19 other people all around you who will gladly drive over you to get to the line first. 

Anthony Bourdain’s episode of No Reservations in Cairo sounded similar—they have an unofficial traffic code of what they’re about to do based on how they honk the horns there, and it sounded bloody terrifying.

Thus, you are guaranteed entry into Valhalla. 

They were a hell of a menace during the dust bowl days of the Great Depression, too.

My first second third thought was, “How can she stand walking on those rocks barefoot?”

Drew, please don’t tell me porn isn’t real. I have so few illusions left in my life as it is. 

In fairness, Chris Wallace is the closest thing to a real journalist FNC has on staff (nod to Shep Smith, as well).