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I haven’t watched ESPN in seven years, but I will never not like Kenny Mayne.

Barron Trump Is A Gooner

At this point, the only foreign policy position I’m interested in hearing from the White House is whether Barron is

Liverpool and City already have more points, less matches to play,

I suspect it’s more to do with needing her on immediate call, because of her father’s fading mental health and increasing sundowning.

counterpoint: you can go fuck yourself

It happens in a lot of families. Happened to me actually. You achieve some measure of success and the rest of your lazy, stupid, embittered family hates you for it.

Ugh, I hate the term “Latinx”. It makes me think of a Roman soldier in Spanx. Can’t we go for “Hispanic?” Or better yet, individual ethnic groups. Because as a Puerto Rican, tacos aren’t part of my culture. Oh, they are still delicious. But me ordering them is no different from any other person out there ordering

Roy Hudson: “OH, HO, HO! I DON’T BELIEVE MY EYES! ALCÁNTARA BOOTS A LUMP O’ COAL OVER TO SANTA FLYING UP THE WING, BUT THE NORTH POLE MAN’S ALL PIXELS AND NO PRESENTS...”

If I called those dildos “brave” for defending their home, I’d be ascribing a human characteristic to an inanimate object - would that be considered pathetic phallusy?

COYS.

A boy my son trains with in their academy was born in Brazil and adopted to the frozen wastes of Canada when he was about 5. He still follows all things Brazilian footy, and this morning his mom (a friend) posted a message of condolence in Portuguese on FB. I translated it to see what she had written, and, knowing

I thought we all agreed to no more Arenas with public funding.

The 52% of white women who voted for Trump are the ones that really boggle my mind. I just don’t get it. I should start telling them to shut their mouths and assign them ratings based on looks. Then I can just grab their pussies to shut them up.

I can’t even imagine this working in practice...

Vanessa Gould’s documentary Obit, about the men and women who work at the obituary desk at the New York Times and the stories they tell, has been picked up for a theatrical release. The film will open in New York in April; here’s our interview with Gould and Times reporter Margalit Fox from when it premiered at the

Only care about one thing at a time people.

It certainly didn’t help that Manfred referred to the meeting as a “powwow”.

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