i’ve been screaming at this all day 

Disclaimer: My brother sent me this. I did not make it myself 

If conversion therapy is so effective, why do the Saints carry a punter on their roster?

Geaux Fuck Yourself

dont bring your bible to school - its killed more people than guns could ever hope to.

These aren’t mutually exclusive, you judgmental ass. And i was trying to generate a bit of dark humor, but since that was obviously lost on you, let’s examine, shall we?

Now you play the game by punching the guy making the gesture.

FUCK THAT GUY AND HIS ILK FOR RUINING THE PUNCHING GAME FOR ALL OF US

That’s because you are supposed to cover your entire body with them. Head to toe and they need to be stapled on or else they fall off. 

This atrocity deserves the profanity.

Well that’s just like your opinion, man.

I’m not THAT much better than that, let’s  be honest.

This is good advice in general. 

[Makes note to avoid sports radio and ESPN’s shouting shows next week.]

Your comment reminded me of this adorable comic:

So much this. Took my girls (7 and 4) to their first hockey game a few months ago. This was AHL. Before the game we were looking at the Zambonis parked by the side of the rink and the security guard kinda laughed and gave them a little wave. We head back to our seats and about ten minutes later the same dude walks up…

Mike Perriera suggested just adding  another official sitting in the booth, who can quickly watch the replay and give information on a call. Same way as when the officials meet to discuss whether or not to pick up a flag.

I agree. Gaffigan’s the only person on that list I can tolerate. Didn’t like Chapelle’s recent specials, didn’t like Rock’s latest special, never liked Seinfeld’s standup, Iglesias, Dunham & Maniscalco are one-trick ponies, Hart is one of the most annoying people on the planet, never really liked Gervais, and I don’t…

I’m sorry anyone that hates on this is just a bitter hack, it might not be your thing, fine but the skill, creativity and production values are all off the charts.

The Mule is not quite A Perfect World. Like that 1993 film, it finds Eastwood performing (both as actor and director) in two of his most comfortable modes: ambling low-key pulp and quiet regretful elegy.