Asked how they felt about their coach’s dismissal, a team spokesperson said, “No woman, no cry.”

What the fuck are you talking about? Did you even read the article. Did you even read the headline? Here’s a hint: the inaccuracy being pointed out is not whether the flip was landed on one blade.

Found a MUCH more accurate transcipt:

LeBron James is far to young to be D.B. Cooper

I was gonna say it’s a shameful secret one should take to their grave, like being a Nazi, but it’s 2017 and it’s apparently totally acceptable to put that shit on blast.

Here is a historic one (because I curate images of U.S. Navy animals) ...Admiral George Dewey and his Chow-chow named Bob, 1898.

Looks like you ought to train her to snicker...

THIS SuperStah ... the Cary Grant of dogs. The most clever, charming, and jaunty pup ever. I found him on the side of the road in Montegro (six years ago) when he was two or three weeks old. So smart he toilet trained himself in 40 days. NO bad habits (chewing things that are not his toys, eating poop...). He now has…

Angus has short legs but a ton of energy. Still easily portable, but rugged enough for long hikes.

Meet Peanut, my 130 pound. cuddle bug.

Dirk (front) and Ebony, very excited about getting turkey bits this afternoon.

This might be cheating because I don’t think Bert is actually a dog. He’s just a wonderful, wise creature that lives in my house and provides joy to all

This is Niko, a ten year old Siberian. On the hunt for some turkey today.

My son is 3 and when we give him tablet time (I’m a shitty dad), he quickly learned to hit the little x’s on the pop up ads. He’ll shout “I saw the tiny x!” He doesn’t even notice they are ads. Makes me proud.

Except you’ll do that three times, tops, and then six months later have a giant tub two-thirds filled with dough just taking up room you’ll eat the rest all in one sitting with a spoon.

Wait wait wait... You don’t just eat it with a spoon? You monster.

I did the same thing except with a short-handled rake that I keep around for my kids. It hit me square in the nuts. There was no laughter.

I stepped on a garden rake in my garage and got whacked in the head by the handle. It hurt like hell, but the tears were laughter.

That is an outrageous story. Why in the hell would the school make you take home the moldy pies? It should have been obvious to the teacher that they were garbage. People are so dumb sometimes!

Our PTA had a “no fuss fundraiser,” and it was great. “Just write us a check. The goal is $10K, which we could hit if every family gave $25. If we make that, no other fundraisers all year.” And it worked. HELL YES.