JONATHAN: Just let me go, son. You couldn’t save me without people seeing.

That is a fucking Transformer and I won’t hear otherwise.

It’s not something I’d buy, but I’ll be damned if I wouldn’t check it out and be impressed by the work that went into it.

The fact that you can mow down a hapless pedestrian who wasn’t prepared for a footlong cry for attention sticking out of a passing car’s wheel.

Dear David.........^

You missed an easy opportunity to call it the Grandest Cherokee.

Both of you seem like a lot of fun at parties.

It’s actually pretty easy.

Oh we definitely will. People on the left basically Nadered this country of their own free will and they can go fuck themselves. While they are fucking the rest of us, of course.

I’ll believe you when you choose a neurosurgeon with no experience to put your spine back together, because s/he is “new blood.”

We all need to beg and plead with every young person we come across to please vote in November.

Coincidentally enough, my house is in the middle of a weekend Leprechaun marathon... a Leprethon, if you will. And having sat through the pain that is Leprechaun 4: In Space, we are fully aware of how much we’d rather have a new Hellraiser instead.

I’m curious, Chris, if James Harden’s general lack of success in the postseason can partially be attributed to not getting the same foul calls he would get in the regular season. Has anyone crunched the numbers for that?

I’ve only watched one Rockets game narrated by their local crew this season, and it was borderline unwatchable because all they did—and I mean as virtually the entirety of their commentary—was bitch and moan about the Rockets not getting even more calls

As a Canadian I am sorry for the dialogue being so Canadian.

Buddy, Goodell just hit you with three games for that mouth

What? No Guardians? Where are the Guardians? I thought this was supposed to have—(“who the hell are you guys?”)—AHHHHH!

First look at the 2019 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4x4