This looks shopped. I can tell from some of the pixels and from seeing quite a few shops in my time.

There are many fine beverages on both sides.

That account has existed at least since Feb. 2014, and you got one of its three total comments. You should feel special.

Remove the tenkey altogether and put in a dedicated gamepad on the left. The analog stick and additional keybinds are perfect.

Of course hackers like Hackers. The hackers are all hot, athletic and cool in the movie.

If we’re gonna be that transparent, let’s just call any novel, unconventional baseball strategy Goosefucking.

Come on now, surely there’s more. It’s important for us to be honest with ourselves about these things if we’re to improve and move on as a people.

No Country For Old Jokers 

so i was gunna train today but i ripped my nutsack in half. im bout to get stitched up. i was holdn a board over my head with a drill n my pants. i was sizin up the board n the drill went off n tangled my nuts up n it. i dropped the board and reversed the drill and untangled my nutsack but they was ripped n half. im…

I liked those back in the day, especially with the “twin cam” callout. The red wheel inserts remind me of the plastic inserts one would use in the Dark Ages to play 45 rpm records.

Possibly the weakeat and most misguided use of “thanks for proving my point” I’ve ever seen.

There’s more time between 1990 and now than there was between when the stadium was built and 1990. It’s not “All of a sudden a dump,” it’s been a dump for a long time.

Frank Oz got banned for a week for this Tweet. Evidently the Twitter censors had never seen the phrase “I owe you an apology” used on their service before and thought it must be something nefarious. 

“This Fozzie is testing pozzie for Ozzie.”

Making toast in the bathtub. We didn’t really understand the dangers of electricity and water and having to be told twice to have dinner on the table by 6pm, Sharon.

Off... in... whose toolshed they were Wacken?

Wee Bey's looking rough these days. 

-20 C on the thermo-meter

Yeah, seriously. And it wasn’t just the selfish glory hog that lives in every striker he was fighting; there’s also the knowledge that if he dummies it and the defender just clears it away, he’ll be lambasted in the press for disappearing in another critical moment and blowing a scoring chance (even if, as you say,…

I love a good scary movie, but can anything be as scary as the phrase “avant-garde saxophonist?”