Wait, seriously?

This guy gets it.

So today is the day I transition from passively having no idea who the fuck this guy is to actively making sure I never have any idea who the fuck this guy is.

Two things:

Just listen to Alex Chilton by the Replacements and the Bangles cover of September Gurls and don’t bother with actual Big Star, because they aren’t actually good.

Got it!

No, I’m sure he wasn’t. Philly looked amazing! Alshon Jeffrey earned his entire contract in one game!

Is it weird that while I was watching that game my two main thoughts were: 1) Damn, Nick Foles is having a game! and 2) Jeez, Drew Magary must be super bummed right now?

I’m sure he sleeps at night on a big pile of money with many beautiful ladies.

The first two albums I bought with my own money were Beautiful Noise and Wings Over America, bought at the same time with birthday money.

Except that she is being compared to other women and POC.

Sexism exists.

You’re wrong and your insistence on prolonging the argument is just making you wronger.

Sometimes it’s not about you.

I know absolutely nothing about you or your views, but, yeah, probably.

I have a couple Walter Mosely from the library that I’m ignoring to read Stephen King’s Wolves of the Calla, which is irritating the fuck out of me, but I’m still reading it for reasons

Guess which Taylor disagreed! The answer will leave you speechless!

It’s considerate of them to join forces in a way that allows me to expend half the previous effort ignoring them and every sophomoric try-too-hard garbage thing they do.

I suggest: pitchers can only be replaced between innings or after surrendering a run (and) only 1 or 2 throws to first allowed per at bat.

Fucking funny.