The athlete can choose, but it has to be a song from the band O.A.R

Shit, well, now who is Trump going to root for in the Olympics?

So, if an OAR wins gold, do they have a non-musical medal ceremony? A cappela if you will? Or can the orchestra play an OAR song of the OAR’s choosing?

Well, that solves one problem for Alex Ovechkin.

I look forward to Russian hackers discovering every American athlete is doped to the gills. The funny thing is I absolutely do not care if we compete in the Olympics ever again.

I like beer the same way I like Rick & Morty: It’s fun, and if you like it a little bit I’ll probably have something to talk to you about. But if you like it too much I already want you dead.

Big star for “Hair of the Lamb of Christ”

It’s one of my favorite movies, but there’s no way Miller’s Crossing is more famous than The Usual Suspects.

As a Fermentation major *pushes glasses up nose, gets shoved into a mash tun by a AB InBev rep*, there are actual definitions for “craft brewery” and “microbrewery,” namely annual production of less than 6 million barrels and 15000 barrels, respectively. There’s also the “independent” aspect where less than 25 percent…

During the few years between graduating college and moving out of my parents, if I got shithoused on a Saturday night and woke my parents up when I’d walk in at 3:00am, my dad would drag me out of bed the next morning to go 7:00am mass.

And you and I both know that they’re gonna send that Constitution-ignoring child molester to the Senate next week. There’s zero reason to doubt it.

Is there any worse place to be hungover than IKEA?

“If The NFL owners can get together and kick out Double-J, can we all get together and kick Alabama out of the country?”

Patrick Ewwwwing amirite?

There’s still time for him to go full-on Milkshake Duck.

At least he didn’t turn out to be a rapist or racist, as I assumed from the headline. Nothing gold can stay

I’m confused as to how they turn this into a movie about Lynden Johnson’s wife, but I’m gonna stick it out to the end.

It’s beautiful in the same way that watching Drew host an awards show is competent...

I mean, we don’t actually know where Marchman is yet.

Has “getting hit by a bus” not arrived yet?