“I don’t know what y’all are whining about,” Busch added, gesturing toward the crowd. “But if you don’t like that kind of racing, don’t even watch.”

Related question: what’s wrong with shorts that are so tight and short you’re basically wearing underwear?

The best part is when she fell through the ceiling. 

No one is sneering at amateur filmmaking, but at the idea of amateurs someone taking over/replacing the largest film franchise in history is pretty fucking absurd.  But we’re mostly sneering at losers who freaked out about girls and minorities eventually joining the world.

IMHO, well done is the way to go, beef has little taste until the medium well stage, at least to me, and rare is too soft and slimy. I’ve tried many times to eat a burger or steak with a pink center, and it’s just blah at best, it comes “alive” when the pink starts to fade away. Maybe because I don’t want a lot of…

Food $200
Data $150
Rent $800
Wine $30,000
Utility $150
someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying

I still don’t get how people hated this movie this much. Nobody tried to remake Phantom Menace.

Speaking of the good old days, I remember when the wives of NBA executives used burner accounts to tweet their complete fucking nonsense.

Yeah, goddamnit. This is a bummer. I love McGregor’s Obi-Wan and hopefully one day they’ll get back to him. He did such good work thanklessly, it be nice to have him in a more interesting SW film.

“It still made a ton of money, but it didn’t make Last Jedi money”

Hey, at least the list-maker’s not the latest doofus trying to say “Fly”isn’t a great episode of Breaking Bad.

“Wow... I can’t believe mom was devoured whole by a pack of rabid badgers!”

It was an absolute shit storm, everyone got pissed.

Apropos of nothing, SVG will fuckin surprise you. I play regularly, and I’m pretty sure he could beat me one on one (for those who haven’t seen this)

The Crapture.

Eau de humanity

headed for a big score here ...

So long, and thanks for all the shit.

It’s that time of year again, when the portable shitters fly back north for the summer.