You know why. If I got that guitar I’d probably sleep with it every night.

I don’t care how famous someone is or how much you hate them, I’d never take their dead dad’s guitar, or anything of their dead parent. Jesus. That’s messed up.

It’s really such a dick move to keep someone’s dead dad’s guitar, I honestly can’t believe it.

The Root: “The Beckys can’t get any Beckier.”

She sees a black man with dark shades on, wearing a MAGA hat and walking with what appears to be either a really tanned white woman or what could be a white latina Cher lookalike. She calls the cops because it’s obvious the black guy is up to no good and she doesn’t feel safe.

This comment is literally the same thing this article is making fun of.

I wound up bickering with someone on Facebook several months ago who ended up saying (apropos of absolutely nothing) that Black Panther would be the worst selling MCU movie of all time. After dodging several people rightly asking him why he would say such a thing, he finally said it’s because, well, America is racist…

Exactly. This is a great argument against ever hiring anyone but a white male to do anything.

How about because no one has a single bad word to say about her, and she has studied under the greatest coach in the history of sports for 4 years.

I see what you did there.

The last head coach they hired had less coaching experience.

Since when has the NFL cared about what happens inside the heads of its employees?

This is just the typical argument of the misogynist/racist/homophobe who doesn’t like owning up to his prejudice and thus projects it onto someone else, then claims that the prejudice of “those people over there” creates a lamentable reality that the target of the prejudice must tolerate.

The ghost of Rosa Parks politely asks you to shut the fuck up.

YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! This is the best response.

I will not yield. Not one second. Not one second.

Nobody could give a side-eye like Prince. Although my father came close when he was alive.

You’ve gotta put Alien on this list. It’s all about maternity.

Can you imagine the side-eye LeBron James must give Tristan Thompson in the locker room? It’s gotta be Prince levels of withering.

I literally listened to the song multiple times out of pure confusion.