The end is nigh. Let’s face it, Trump is pretty much President Camacho.

This is the second “Idiocracy” reference I’ve seen this morning.

There was a series of dumb email blasts that were sent out years ago that proclaimed this, and I have seen a couple of pumps that have had “no cell phones” warning signs on them. It originated from a couple of news reports years ago about car fires at gas pumps that inaccurately blamed them on cell phone sparks.

So some raggedy ass dude driving a Dodge Spirit, in the Detroit Metro area, trying to kill a spider with a cigarette lighter at a gas station.

Pretty much sums it up.

“IT HAS WHAT PLANTS CRAVE!”

/criticizes company’s questionable build quality

Big deal, Barry. It takes twice as many people to undress Eli.

The best part? Bumgarner is doing nothing wrong. He’s watching the ump from the mound, waiting for him to get into position so he can begin his delivery.

Later that night, West challenged Bumgarner to a showdown at the Golden Corral.

Correct. The contact would not have been the same if he had wrapped up. It’s physics.

Just fucking wrap up and tackle the guy hard.

Too soon.

I have wheels, Greg, can you do a burnout with me?

You can do burnouts with anything that has wheels.

Good thing Michal J. Fox was there with a camera.

Is that a SRT4 drivetrain swapped into a Grand Caravan?

That’s child’s play. This is a burnout.

Gray-brown fall is not the worst season. It’s vastly superior to both Gray winter and Brown spring, as both of those seasons involve discovering what’s been rotting under snowbanks since White winter. Bird spines, human poop, rat arms, etc.

As we have discussed elsewhere, there are EIGHT seasons, not four. Fall contains the best season and the worst season. The correct and accurate rankings: