When I was in high school one of my teammates (who battled and survived cancer in the months before this particular season) lost his grandfather, who came to most of our games, a few hours before he was to pitch. He ended up throwing a no hitter against our rivals (his second of the season). It was an emotionally…

Because some (most) people don’t have the flexibility to pick and choose employment to find a perfect fit. Sometimes a trans person needs to work at a shitty Wal-Mart to pay the bills and dammit, they don’t deserve crap from some shithead assistant manager who disagrees with their lifestyle.

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Interesting. Thanks.

Obviously, the design needs some work, but I think it’s a powerful message the NFL can rally behind.

It’s all part of the 12-step program. Just as soon as you’re 12 steps out of the building, they fire your ass.

That’s what old Multiple Miggs was in prison for.

I see it as the best of the bad. I don’t think it deserves to be hailed as one of the best movies of a summer movie season. The fact that it actually was one of the better movies of the summer just shows how shitty other movies were.

I call this entire ensemble the “What would happen if Rodney Dangerfield and a bloated, possibly mumps-infected Andrew McCarthy reproduced a fully grown man?” look.

Sure, you could say that, but you’d also look like a huge asshole b/c the statement is absolutely correct as stands, and your comment only serves to take away from the important message here.

They’re a less scary stand-in for the bleak reality that is our post 9/11 world.

Weird. Back-to-back stories about farting hot dogs.

That’s just a straight shooter with upper management written all over him.

“But this time.... Mark’s got company....

Curt Schilling shared an article by Lee Judge

Shit, what else did he leave in that car!?!?

You’re killing me Will. Could you at least give them something other than the D?

The childlike sense of wonder is priceless.

Reminds me of how Floyd Mayweather likes to beat up people with makeup on their face.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU GUYS?