Jazz. Bebop, specifically. I’m not a very well-versed jazz fan, I only have an elementary knowledge of maybe a handful of artists’ catalogs, but I find it’s much easier for me to focus if I have some bop playing rather than pop, rock, or no music at all.

I haven’t been in phoenix for awhile but pretty sure it’s 65 on the loop. The 10 well outside the city is 75.

I’m not a football guy but, c’mon. Who here HASN’T been hurting after a really rigorous handoff? Like the rest of us, he’ll be back at it in a few days.

About this story, or something personal?

Wait, are you telling me that I realize this?

And the best way to express a sincere viewpoint is to repeat a phrase you’ve seen a bunch on social media.

Always knew this kid had a rifle.

They had no timeouts left.

Where the hell is everyone going?

Yeah, don’t think Belichick gets enough credit for how well he manipulated the clock on that drive.

“in theory” huh?

How many times did he turn the ball over on those 36 attempts?

Leave the internet. Never return.

Giving away apostrophes like they’re health insurance.

Insufficient evidence and statements from witnesses. Pretty heavily implied.

This is what semicolons are for; or would that just make it sound like the assistant was called “The Predator?” This headline sucks.

No one likes you.

This is a stupid thing to get upset about. Get over it.

I want to judge these people but a lot of them sound like high schoolers and, as I recall, between the ages of 13-16 I tried to have sex with literally any inanimate object I was alone with for more than five minutes. It’s a rough age.

Stop saying Dilly Dilly.