A fire hydrant. C’mon, it’s a dog, after all.

My money’s on stroke/aneurysm.

Kobe probably gave Barstool a big diamond ring and they let him stay.

Yes, point to the person who hit the opponent.

I remember McEnroe getting drilled by an Ivan Lendl running forehand once in (I think) Dallas indoors, and I couldn’t help but think I’m glad it wasn’t me on the receiving end.

And Kim’s an amateur compared to Putin, which is truly frightening.

If it happens, I might actually believe in a god.

Punctuation is important, yo.

It has to be Iowa. The end.

The one-touch passes had my jaw hanging open.

And if you’re going downhill in the mountains, downshifting manually saves the hell out of your brake pads.

Undiagnosed heart condition is usually what I think when I hear a professional athlete dying like this.

I can close my eyes and still see Joe Girardi standing at the microphone in Wrigley, announcing the game had been postponed.

You OK? Do you need a hug?

Never thought I’d see the day when a Veyron is considered a “bargain.”

Clearly, he’s doing good business.

The latter, certainly.

This. Solo strikes me as the type of steakhead who’d gladly hobnob with that douche.

I feel the same about Elizabeth Warren vs. Trump, but I’d take Harris as an undercard. I’d gladly vote for either of them.

Daily Stormer Book Club sounds like the worst-ever contradiction in terms. Like Donald Trump Presidential Library.