Sir this is a Wendy’s

Counterpoint, there is a 90% chance that car has never seen a track or other motorsports action in its life. The owner probably tells people he races, but has never done anything more than get the car to break traction on an on ramp in the rain while shitting his (or her) pants.

It’s not even content related to the article. And it’s not even good content! No I don’t want to “Talk About Some Guys.”

PLEASE INFORM SOMEONE TO TURN OFF THE DAMN AUTOPLAYING VIDEOS

We know you already trailered this back to your parking lot house. Why even try to tease us?

A car sitting in a garage makes 0 horsepower.

“Normally, VAR robbing a player of a chance to celebrate what was likely the biggest goal of his entire life would be a shame, but Dennis’s “shot” was so flukey that in this case VAR was right to spoil it.”

I interpret that as more “say whatever you want about politics around the event, just do it AFTER you praise the guys who actually died in the attack” more than “CONNECT THIS TO CLINTON!!!”.

Jesus Christ, Laura! The body isn’t even cold yet!

Spending hours on this raid and getting some lame-ass drill sounds almost as bad as spending $60 and getting Fallout 76.

Flames can’t lay on their sides neither can Darumaka who has a furnace for a stomach.

Out of respect, all local Taco Bells have ordered their flags to be flown at half más

“Told him he was bad at it” - Mrs. Hutchings.

“The problem with the new Lion King is that the animals just aren’t expressive enough”

Passed balls by definition are on the catcher.  Wild pitches on the pitcher.  I know that’s not what you meant, but I’ve already typed this far....

Once more for the criminally angery sportsmanship folks: there is goal differential in play. This is the highest tournament at the highest level for women’s soccer. Score as much as possible, advance, win. This isn’t for warm fuzzies this is for all the marbles and 13-0 means USWNT doesn’t have to sweat a tie breaker…

Jesus, man. This is harrowing. Like everyone else in the comments, I’m glad things didn’t go differently.

Let’s not forget that he gave us the best basketball photo of the modern era.

yea, but I called it first.

“Horton, Here’s a Poo!”