I doesn’t always take much to to redirect a bullet with deadly results. I remember this case, where a boy was killed by a bullet that glanced off a suspended ceiling tile at a gun range.

I’ve been waiting for one of these to come on the market. If only this one had the oil drilling rig attachment. Without that, CP.

So how fast do you have to be going for this awesome wing to deploy?

“In order for you to learn what it’s like to take care of ten pound baby, each of you will be taking care of a ten pound baby”

Oh, come on. If he were having a stroke, he wouldn’t take the time to write covfefe.

The transformation is almost complete!

Your first gif cuts off before the tail deflation! Shame on you.

I knew about Brook, but I didn’t know he was one of a triplet.

I think that was a Wii tennis move.

You would crash the plane! That seems a little extreme.

Hey, remember when baseball players were big enough stars that an affair was front page news? I do. And so does Wade Boggs. 

I tried the V8 thing with my engine. It’s bullshit. Didn’t work at all. It ran for like a minute, probably on the gas that was left in the fuel line, and then petered out. I’m going to give Clamato a try and see if that’s any better. I can’t find the premium octopus tomato juice stuff that’s supposed to prevents…

A Red Sox existential crisis? Hopfully this will lead to Wade Boggs finally accepting Jesus Christ as his savior and we can finally put all this Margo Adams nonsense to bed. He’s still on the Red Sox, right?

If he takes after his grandma, I’m pretty sure her cause of death was an cerebral aneurysm.

I just figured out how to hide all these unsightly autonomous car lidar systems. They’ll become the hood ornaments of the 21st century. You can barely see the lidar now.

Also, a George Foreman Grill is not shaped like George Foreman. When you want to grill something, you don’t grab George Foreman by the sternum, pull his rib cage apart, and shove some meat in. You don’t start grilling by pushing the xiphoid process.

Joe Thomas says he’s already experiencing memory loss, he then goes on to explain that he’s already experiencing memory loss.

A brown 1981 Nissan Datsun Maxima Diesel. It talked. Not always when it was supposed to, but it talked. In 1981. Before Knight Rider aired. And it wasn’t an electronic voice. It was a little cylinder record, probably salvaged from Thomas Edison’s trash shed, and you could hear it reset when it finished talking.…

The Plague Dogs captures that same beautiful, empty feeling that Watership Down has (it’s not for everyone), but holy fuck, that ending. Brutal. I’ve watched Watership Down many times, but I’ve only watched The Plague Dogs once.