She used to hang with a better crew.

He’s on the Twitter machine!!

Haricot verts. French green beans.

I’m glad you’re alive. And it’s courageous for you to write this, and even better if it helps someone else wrestling with what you managed to conquer.

That...is horrifying. Seems like something you would do if you hated your spouse and were planning to leave them. “I’m moving out! Oh, and by the way, you know those crabs I’d bring home that you loved so much?? Funny story...”

Dunno how true this is, but I’ve read that the overwhelming number of people who survive a jump from the Golden Gate Bridge (admittedly a small number) report that the thought that goes through their mind as they are falling is that their problems weren’t all that serious to warrant suicide.

Settle down, Francis.

Settle down, Francis.

Settle down, Francis.

“He said he thought Anderson looked disinterested.”

“An ignoramus from Mexico or Cuba or somewhere.”

Leaving aside the fact that asking Joe West to give a reasoned and nuanced explanation for another ump’s ejection is like asking Dick Cheney for commentary on John Bolton.

Yes but there’s certain to be a class action suit filed by disgruntled PPV buyers, no?

Why would you want/need more than Brylcreem and a comb?

I remember Michael Chang eating them basically throughout the match to combat dehydration when he beat Lendl at the French Open in 89.

Meanwhile, what the holy hell is up with the attendance in Cincinnati?

Reagan called Nancy “Mommy,” which is like 10x more fucked up.

Classic example of why anyone who is not a billionaire should always side with players in any and every salary dispute. Unlike the owners, who can basically print money until the day they decide to walk away, players are always one injury away from being that one guy who used to be really good.

The same way you know white people holding groceries in the street after a hurricane “found” them, whereas the black people holding groceries in the street after a hurricane “looted” them.

Well, you’ve had hours to think about this and type it out on a keyboard, so it makes sense to you. He had THREE SECONDS. Sit down and count that out to yourself and ask yourself how likely you would be to process something in that speed when guys you weren’t expecting to be there jumped out of the darkness at you.…