I’m guessing pulp-free.

The bloomin onion consumption of this region would argue otherwise

I like to think about it as if the universe has deigned to put the dickhead and the person/people who like to fuck with dickheads onto a collision course with each other.

We also would’ve accepted “fought self in mirror” for the deep cut

I don’t understand what The Matrix has to do with anything.

Any reason you photoshopped in a different picture of Darnold’s face on top of this one?

Is this Eli trying to shove our jokes about him onto someone else?

The most underrated band of the ‘90s was Poop Towel.

We rarely know everything behind a stranger’s situation. Maybe she had a death in the family and booked last-minute tickets to attend the funeral. Maybe another family member just called to say they’re suicidal or in desperate medical condition, and she dropped everything and booked the only seats she could grab.

It seems like they were genuinely being considerate of you, by being totally inconsiderate to you.  I can’t even tell if I’m mad at them or not.

I didn’t find out that people were weird about the word “moist” until I was in college. It mystified me then, and it mystifies me now.

It's not the size of the fish it's the motion of the ocean.

Can we root for them to be so bad that the 1972 Dolphins retroactively have their perfect season stripped so we never have to hear about it again?

Pretty sure that is just a regular fish from Alita: Battle Angler.

So Rudolph is going to have to lead the way?