No. The cartoon with Bo Jackson, Wayne Gretzky, and Michael Jordan.

Look, I’m still not entirely sure what the difference is between Ansel Elgort and Alden Ehrenreich, but the more I hear about Baby Driver, the more I read the reviews for it (currently at 98% on Rottentomatoes), and the more Guillermo Del Toro praises it gets, the more I admit that I don’t really care who Ankle Elbort…

Not everything has to be for everybody though. Like, you might like Joe Budden, but there aren’t that many people listening to Slaughterhouse or, you know, Joe Budden. True, selling isn’t everything, but it also isn’t nothing; ask Future and Travis Scott. Budden is basically just a twitter egg at this point. And yeah…

And of course Cairo is in an area of Illinois actually called Little Egypt - so there is no good excuse for their pronunciation.

C’mon man, show Isaiah Thomas some respect.

There is still a fear when I may not see a lane splitter when changing lanes. I know the legality of it was originally to allow bike cops to do it, but it’s taking an object on the road that is more difficult to see and allowing riders to be out in a more dangerous situation. I have a question, who has right of way…

Fuck lane splitters. This is awesome.

Thank you, came here for this.

Wow, the guy really will do anything to avoid writing new pages of Game of Thrones.

Totally. I just want to be on tape non-chalantly snagging one while sipping a beer then flipping it to kid while I salute the fans and then proceed (hopefully, and I assume) to drink all the free beers that would be foisted upon me for being Marlon Brando levels of cool. hahahahaha

The rare case of snitches who don’t get stitches

I’m just hoping that McGregor loses his bearings, gets confused about where he is, and kicks Mayweather in the face, right before being DQ’ed.

McCain’s spokesperson just released a statement saying that “the Senator and a small group of people know exactly what he meant.”

HE LITERALLY GHOSTED HER!

paying for porn should be a fireable offense

Why back in my day my Dad sat me down and said “[Supernova] you’re a big girl now I can’t fight all your battles for you anymore. You are going to have to fight the serial killers off on your own. Take this pocket knife and if you aren’t home for dinner then it’s just the way it’s supposed to be and we’ll miss you.”

Helicopter parenting is bad and you can’t shelter them from bad stuff in the world too much but I feel like “I don’t want my children interacting with a known serial killer” is a fairly reasonable request?

I once ate a 90 count of Totino’s pizza rolls in one sitting. (‘Roni or get the fuck out.) I think I could feel my colon getting cancer. Maybe I was just high. Okay, I was definitely high as balls. Take that, asshole!

Rumble Pony sounds somewhere between “Bear” and “Otter”.

So...he has risen?