On this same (front) page is a story about a Stanford graduate who felt discriminated against as a Caucasian and who has now been tapped by Betsy DeVos in a civil rights position. It isn’t everyone, but many of the Stanford students are highly privileged and from connected, wealthy families in the Republican…

Delicate little shit. Boasts about being a serial sexual predator, can’t handle being seen as a sexual predator.

He is sippin some fancy ass millionaire tea because Phil gave him all the money and all the leverage and is now making a spectacle of himself in public because of it. The “Zen Master” was critically out-maneuvered by Carmelo during contract negotiations. You don’t ask for a no-trade clause unless you think, “well,…

It’s probably more that where he is from, like where I am from, “cornhole” is your asshole, not a game you play outside with the family.

Bocce on grass is fun. You can really open up the court. Throw the polina as short or as far as you want. Bank shot the bocces off of the side of the hill.

Try Australian Rules Jarts. It’s worth it for the opening hakas alone.

Even though I never met your grandfather, I love him.

as opposed to shells or sand? who has that just laying around. bocce on grass is the peoples drinking game.

My grandfather used to sharpen the tips on the grinder. Those fuckers would go right through the plastic tube that made the ring if they hit right....

I can’t believe both my father and his siblings, nor any of my cousins were never killed.

how is it even possible to not know what cornhole is?

End of a lot of things. For instance, eye balls.

Came here for Jarts defenders. Leaving satisfied.

My dad stuck one of those something like an inch and a half into his brothers leg.

I have a round scar which is about half the size of a penny on my left calf. Never trust your younger, 9 year old brother that he won’t toss the dart while you pick you your throws. Prick.

17. should have been “getting hit by a lawn jart.”

I’m 61 so I grew up on Fail Safe, Dr. Strangelove, The Day After, Threads, and every WWIII book, fictional and not, I’ve ever read ect. One of my greatest fears is people these days have forgotten how scary the Cold War actually was and forgotten we can still annihilate each other, plus the triggers like N. Korea,…

You caught me. I tried to include a little psychological reassurance myself. Sorry this wasn’t dreary enough for you :P lol

Movies have taught me that the cops will make you smoke the whole thing anyway

Eat pot. Not too much. Mostly joints.

It's dry and sticky. It doesn't go down smooth, and you can't make it go away quickly—stray flecks linger on one's fingers, face, and shirt.