I joined a softball team made up of mostly British people that didn’t know what they were doing. I’m not bad, but I’m 6'5", 270 pounds, with a bit of a gut and a bit on the lumbering side of things. My first practice with them, everybody was hitting and rotating through all the positions. I think I was at second base,…

Something like this should at least be able to be a phone or fax if you need one.

I’m glad to see a no bullshit droid. With all the times that C3PO would say something like “R2 says the chances of successfully surviving this shitfest are approximately 7429 (dramatic pause) to 1”, how come no one ever came to the conclusion that R2 really sucked at calculating odds.

That’s the guy. I remember a little bit more about him, although his name escapes me. He was born in England and moved to the US as a baby, and later in life starred on the British National Baseball Team, which is apparently a thing that really exists.

I lived in England for a short time around 15 years ago, and they would air a random MLB game at 3AM, which I would watch because sleep is for the weak. One of the play by play guys was raised in the US and played in the minor leagues, and the other hosts were blown away by his “encyclopedic” knowledge of the game.…

You missed your chance to piss him off.

I was really hoping the challenge ended like this. I’m just going to pretend it did.

Ignorant! I’m not the one who doesn’t know that horse people are called centaurs.

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean…

Maybe someone forgot to tell him the throttle’s on the handle. They don’t work like cars super experienced motorcycle guy!

At a second glance, when I managed to take my eyes away from the thigh area, she actually does look like she might burst into tears. So nice job.

I think you were supposed to go with sad women in car today.

Are you sure there are no cars? What was that thing that walked over to her and said “I will not kill you”?

Thanks. I literally just went out on my front steps and yelled “THIS RESIDENCE... IS GIRTHY! THIS GARDEN... IS RIBBED... FOR HER PLEASURE!” and all these cars pulled over, women got out, ran over and started asking all sexy like if they could come to my open house. There were a couple joggers too. Three of the women…

Great. Now not only do have think about Deadspin dying, but I have to think about at least a couple of the adorable bears starving to death this winter. 4 is too many cubs to take care of ladybear.

My house has been on the market for a little while now with no takers. Do you think if I described it as a girthy house it would help, or is that just for skyscrapers? I could also say that my garden is ribbed for her pleasure.

The text goes by too fast for my eyes. I read it three times as “I got so hard, I fell off my dinosaur”. I can see how that could happen, but you’d have to be sitting in the saddle wrong.

He finally did it! Congratulations, kid. Next time, get out of the car first.

So, what you’re saying is, if I stick to 9 mL or less, I can just sit back and enjoy that sweet, sweet, methanol train.

Walt Disney’s on 4chan! It all makes sense now.