She’ll definitely pull at her eyelids while speaking pidgin English.

Your eyes.

Several years ago I was flying to Mexico for a vacation. We were stuck on the tarmac for about 45 minutes for whatever fuck up the airline had created that day. There was a little boy, probably about 4, seated across the aisle and two rows behind me. His parents had come prepared with several different bits of…

I did not know that. I meant you had a good post.

Excellent kinja.

Por que no los does?

We shall forget to the end, we shall forget in France, we shall forget on the seas and oceans, we shall forget with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall debase our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall forget on the beaches, we shall forget on the landing grounds, we shall forget in the…

Let he who hath not sinned cast the first scone.

Today, in pyrrhic victories. 

The headlining image is the facial expression of a man seconds away from hitting the panic button because “they” are surrounding him.

I imagine that standing makes the labored rasp of his fat guy breathing even louder.

He’s a caller. His name is Tony. He lives on Long Island. You can imagine how this went, but please take a listen anyway

“Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?”

The fuckers at the NCAA have the same bureaucratic devotion to the letter of the rule as the people ensuring the trains were running on time and at maximum capacity through the gates of Auschwitz in 1943.

Chris Davis begs to differ.

Ratto just comes in and uses Microsoft Paint to do the job that needed to be done.

*Sets down cigarette to snap applause while wearing a black beret and Ray Bans indoors at night*

This is good Kinja.

You’re a wizard, Darvish.