Keep in mind that even if his mom (god forbid) dies, it doesn’t mean you’re wrong.

It actually is. The man was one entertaining dipshit up until he started putting our lives in danger every day.

It’s true. I live here, and I want everyone to get the message that Wisconsin is a total shithole. Please stay far, far away, especially if you are from Chicago. Save yourselves.

Charged for or charged with?

Right? I kinda love it. It’s like going to a game in 1984.

Weirdly, everything I love about seeing the Rangers there is everything I hate about seeing the Knicks there. It’s like it’s two different buildings for the two different sports, and that’s just magic.

It’s fun to talk about, but as an analogy, it’s Matt Millenesque.

Not a great analogy. Many of the same people who worked on the mazdaspeed 6 are still Mazda engineers working on chassis dynamics. They’re a big reason why almost everything in their product line is light, lithe, and fun to drive. They didn’t get fed up with the company and decide to go backpack across Europe.

Well, this certainly is, so

Nnnnnnnnahmahn.

How is enjoyment in any game irrelevant? Enjoyment is the whole idea. Because it’s a game.

Sestito (dullard garbage person) barks that he is going to knock out “Every one of you (the Rangers).” Brad Richards (class act) calmly reminds Sestito that he only gets one day in the NHL and that he’s basically at fantasy camp.

Extra gentleman points for not mentioning how fat she is, it could be glandular, we can’t know

Two meanings of “mold.”

Bocce! Perfect.

Lash the... the main foc’sle’s... Jesus.

A question — perhaps someone more familiar with soccer can explain to me —
Who ate all the pies?

Plus Le Pen et al are being total coqs about it. The whole sang impur thing has a special savor to fucking fascists, Vichy ban on the song notwithstanding.

Speaking as the descendant of Alsaciennes who came to the U.S. during the Franco-Prussian wars: I absolutely know how you feel, but m’Dieu, DON’T DO THAT.

Typical Minnesota. Enshrine a bunch of loudmouths who couldn’t win the big one, ignore a truth-teller who toppled the Russians.

Nah. I’ve worked as a mailman. Takes away a lot of the mystery.