I wrote this comment prior to realizing that this article was about rape.  Sorry everybody. :(

The correct answer is obviously crepes. Fuck pancakes.

I think Scottish people often resent the way the English say “British” when they mean “English” specifically, since it implies that English is the default kind of British. A Scot might say “don’t call me British, I’m a Scot.” But I’ve never heard of a Scot saying "we Scots aren't British" because that would simply be…

Are you confusing English and British?

As much as they sometimes don’t want to be, the Scots are most assuredly British.

“Scotland”

My son won the election for 7th grade president with this simple promise:

If you think that pancakes are a breakfast meal, you are a fat person - even if you are skinny. There is zero nutritional value to a pancake, and syrup is actively harmful. You are partaking in decadent gluttony, not eating. You are delighting in your taste buds with no thought to the consequence. This is childlike…

Man, that was a good class. Reminds me of the insane 2011 class.

He was offered the job but his heart wasn’t in it.

Scene: Raiders war room
Gruden: “Mike, give me this kid’s numbers.
Mayock: “His 40 time is good. Bench press is good. Wonderlic is alright. —-”
Gruden: “I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THOSE FRUITCAKE NUMBERS, GIVE ME THE REAL NUMBER!”
Mayock: “Oh um... -rustles papers- we have his xGG (Gruden Grinder) at...eleventy?”
Gruden:…

NEED’S????  

Miami Dolphin Jay Cutler: “Ahem...”

Peaks head out from behind wall...

Shoot a fucking three, you coward!

Well, it sort of makes sense given that Simmons was not actually a rookie last season.

Well he’s obviously not going to take a jump shot.

There is no doubt in my mind the writers here have discussed this on Slack and cackle to themselves like a bunch of 12-year-old dipshits every time one of us points out that no one calls Liverpool “Pool Boys.”

I was curious, too. The answer is a screaming, resounding: No.

Uh yeah it should be sold and the Monarchy is an expensive and dumb tradition that should be achingly obvious