You know what? Fuck you.

“My dad wrote a letter and paid [the crew that built it] $3 to put it in the capsule,” one local Bay City resident told MLive. “I asked him what he put in it, but he said, ‘You’ll find out in 100 years.’ Instead, it was 50. I know he left a message for us five kids.”

Well, I’m glad I didn’t take that guy in my survival pool this week.

Poor soldier, having to attend a Rams game. Hasn’t he sacrificed enough?

Outrageous, but still better than the Fines Syracuse players were subjected to.

Science: ruining my image of dinosaurs since forever

How do we know the Minion wasn’t the one to push her out in the first place? WAKE UP AMERICA!!!

“it basically has propelled M. Night Shyamalan’s entire Hollywood career, despite having made almost entire bad films afterwards.”

Meg was one of the worst novels I have ever read, so it makes sense Hollywood taps one of its worst directors to helm the film adaptation.

I’m Kate Dries and I approve this message.

Even if Paul Rudd’s character would be a master thief, how much are his skills worth when you have the technology to become super-small? What can he do that she wouldn’t be able to do with that suit?

BLOCKED.

That's wiper fluid. I wouldn't drink it.

“With this magic schedule, I can squeeze it in between kickball and cornhole!”

It’s going to suck when Ferrell makes an unfunny Caray biopic and Tim Grierson gives it a C-.

I see someone is planning ahead.

My list of essential American brewers:

Seriously Hollywood. Your hairstyles are making that three-fingered, blue teleport demon look ridiculous.