I felt the same way about Lena Dunham and Adam Driver’s relationship in “Girls.”

I forget the name of it, but the one I wasted the most time with was World War I themed.

Although, Springfield’s polymer handgun line or at least the vast majority of it are rebranded pistols from . . . I want to say Croatia? That’s a bit closer to the comparison.

I’m thinking “Lil Dapper.” “Lil” because he clearly emigrated from Munchkin Land, and “Dapper” because Ben Shapiro is all about that dry ass P-word.

Yessir, the mortgage check for that European castle is in the mail.

Somewhat related, there was a great Florida Man story a few years back about an old guy who doused a raccoon in gasoline and set it ablaze for stealing fruit from his mango tree.

It appears the figure is coming in part from people who’ve self-reported to police while in custody as having a mental illness.

They might as well have. The Intercept didn’t sanitize the printer identification dots or visible paper creases on the documents when they sent scanned copies to the NSA, where the dots led back to both the printer Winner used and the date and time of the print job.

Fine, I’ll be the one to say it — they are pricing this at a thoroughly irresponsible money-to-fabric ratio for any piece of clothing that doesn’t enable you to fly.

Yup. My immediate thought on that quote was basically, “not sure you needed to spell this part out any more plainly, bud.”

There are more concise and less pretentious ways of admitting you have no idea what you’re talking about.

You want a dull Marky Mark role? I can get you a dull Marky Mark role, believe me. There are ways, Dude. You don’t wanna know about it. Believe me.

That combo might be too rich a cake to my palate, but it sounds like an amazing ice cream flavor.

“Every other day a site like Jezebel covers stories of sexual misconduct in the entertainment industry, but also within franchises like McDonald’s, and it’s depressingly clear in the traffic what more people are quick to click on.”

And to complete the ensemble, a blue tartan perfectly complements the Crocs’ natural polka dots.

I think being a free-range kid is exactly the answer. Between falling out of trees and off ledges and faceplanting on mountain bikes going down logging trails and using our parents’ power tools and playing sled chicken — like train chicken, one kid would stand at the bottom of the hill and the rest would sled down at…

I blame that show for my constant use of the word "dickweed."

I’m rarely proud of my fellow Americans’ stereotypically obnoxious behavior while traveling, but that man is an exception and a credit to our nation.

Same. A giant rusty framing nail went straight up through my foot between whatever your foot knuckles are called when I was a kid, and I’ll still occasionally get an awful, cringy ghost puncture feeling when I see large nails.