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I don’t understand what The Matrix has to do with anything.

Dombrowski looks like he’s moving on to his next project, waiting outside a dressing room to make sure Jackie Brown’s plan goes smoothly. 

My wife swears she saw one once on vacation, but I was not there so I can’t confirm it.

Dear Penthouse,

Man, these guys really won’t defend anything.

Can you imagine lucking into a situation where you get to ride LeBron James to a championship, then being out of work for a year because everyone knows you’re not that great of a coach and you rode LeBron James to a championship, and then, because the front office of a team trying to ride LeBron James to a

This doesn’t make any sense at all unless you’re assuming that an unproportional amount of large prices have already been claimed by a fluke. If there is only one or two top-tier winners, then this might of course happen. But when we’re talking about as many as 70 top prices, the odds are that if 57 prices have been

I like your comment, but especially because “Ozymandias” wasn’t the penultimate episode of the show, it was the antepenultimate.

The burner equivalent of wearing a fake mustache and glasses

It’s just Guy. You don’t need “the.”

I can’t be the only one relieved not to find myself in there.

Witnesses described the man as “funny lookin.”

Authorities just released a photo of the two guys William H. Macy met with to start this process:

I’m such a Deadspin fanboy that I hate Barstool Sports despite the fact that I’ve never visited their site.

I’m just here so I won’t get disenfranchised.

“Which bone is most likely to be infected with racism? Femur? Rib? Have medical professionals ever confirmed the existence of a racist bone?”

Baseball did have something like this back in the 1990's. The Cubs signed a fan, Henry Rowengartner, and it was a lot of fun to follow! He had his struggles at first, especially playing alongside his hero Chet “Rocket” Steadman, but he settled in and became a key player in their postseason run. He even struck out

Today is my last day at Deadspin after seven years of forcing you to watch dumb shit I saw on TV. To commemorate my

Chef: MY MOM

Paul George’s demands: