20 years ago, I helped Mrs. Palmeiro and her two adorable toddlers pick out some books at a fancy book/music/software store. I just realized one of her two exceptionally well-behaved toddlers just went 2-5 with a grand slam.

“Pfft. Whippersnapper.” - Julio Franco

How can no one recognise him I ask you?

This past spring I listened to the audiobook of Into Thin Air twice in a row for hours at a time. I spent way to many hours at work on Wikipedia and Google Earth trying to place all the locations and landmarks: the Cwm, Lohtse Face, the Yellow Band, the South Col and the Kangshung Face. the scale just fucking blows my…

“It would have to be a little strange, watching the team you support face an opposing player you root for even more, but when God Himself picks a side you don’t argue; you just pray and enjoy.”
-Registered Democrat Kim Davis, upon receiving a phone call from the Huckabee campaign

this happened to me recently as well, but I have not ceased spewing stupid shit

So this is where we are in 2015: the most serious and thoughtful dialogue on public policy is emanating from the podium of a professional football team, and the most obnoxious displays of ignorant boasting are coming from the debate stage of one of the two major political parties.

Palinteligence

This is really fascinating and refreshing.

Are you speaking of Gizmodo? Because I only see 7 ungreyed comments including yours and 1 from author. 3 are snarky/sacastic. And the other 2 update the situation...

That was a Kanewreck.

Toews saying “to a certain degree, no one wanted this” is probably my favorite line during the whole shitshow.

Looks like Kane was unAble today.

Great idea, Tom. Vote for the guy who would bring the golf war to Washington.

Tom Brady: Even Bigger Piece of Shit Than Anyone Suspected

Well, it makes sense. If anyone has been slighted by an America that isn’t performing up to its potential, it’s Tom Brady.

You missed the best part!

Impressive synergy.

This.

This. Once, my GF filled up my water bottle while I was in the shower (we have opposite schedules), and even though it’s a wide-mouth Nalgene, she didn’t put any ice in it, just whatever room-tempish cold water came out of the faucet. I mentioned it to her when I got home, and now I fill up my own goddamn water bottle.