Yay! Anecdotal evidence which, for all we know, might be a big fucking lie!

Eustis doesn’t know shit about Roman history. They were trying to preserve an modified, autocratic and staggeringly corrupt oligarchy, the Old Boy’s Club to end all Old Boy’s Clubs.

“Is very unlikely to have any real effects”

I’d just like to point out that when extremists on the other side wanted to fundamentally alter the U.S. Constitution in the 50's, Congress formed a motherfucking special council to hunt them down and ruin their lives.

Totally agreed about the passion gap.

All right NBA!!! You managed to end before July this year!!!!

Here’s a hint: If you have to write a huge ball of defensiveness about something, it isn’t true.

No, I’m just bored with you. If we were in a bar or coffee joint, this would be the point where my girlfriend whispers in my ear about how repulsive you are.

I’m torn. On the one hand, I think that college and pro teams should be able to nix social media FOR THE RIGHT REASONS AND ON THE JOB. Other jobs do it; businesses have a right to protect their image, and adults understand that they make this social contract.

Unfortunately, NCAA fans tend to be genetically deranged, sister-fucking hayseeds who back this shit up.

Don’t worry, dude. In 3-4 years, you’ll make enough money to support them in style!

RebelRags will get the same treatment in court that ChaosBirds and Ghouls Out would get entering a four star restaurant.

I like how you admit that you have a SPED kid, and then you make fun of him—great fucking dad, by the by, there’s a reason your wife was crying until I fucked her—even though its painfully obvious that you’re the source of his issues. What a fucking waste of a human being. I am better than you. Shit is better than…

That didn’t even make sense. Maybe this is time that you should be spending on your GED, Billy Ray.

Projection: The phenomenon that no one outside of psychology understands, but tries to use as a quick and easy shield anyhow when they hear ugly truths about themselves.

As opposed to you, who only gets asked what the special of the day is, and will only ever be asked that?

Um, how can you be my father? You’ve never been laid!

They’re rich, and you will never be.

Whatever. Go Make America Great Again with a noose in your basement. Just be aware that the only thing people will be saying at your funeral is “When’s lunch”.

I’m sorry. I can’t hear you; like usual, the cashier’s end of the drive-thru speaker isn’t working.