When you can make the Fucking Commissioner’s Office of the Fucking National Football League look like the relative good guys, you have pinned the needle on the shitlord scale.

People running around disheveled, pissed off that their favourite Poke Man has been depowered. Buncha scruffy lookin’ nerf-haters.

I am always fascinated when I find about something that I literally didn’t not know existed is worshipped on a level like this by a relatively large number of people within a large culture that we are nominally both a part of. Not even as a judgment, just as an appreciation of the double-edged power of niche things.

Obligatory AMAZING BULK “I hate dust!” reference... here.

Sad thing is? As disgusting as her pandering to fringe anti-science is, I would certainly vote for her, maybe even volunteer for her, if she were the only viable alternative to Trump and yet...

So he’s trying to get into a mental ward to live off the state. Typical taker. Sad!

Aside, what the fuck kind of middle aged man wears a shirt with sleeves like that? A kid, sure. A 22 year old club twink out for a night on the town, not my thing but I get it. A middle aged millionaire at a press conference? “...Jesus Christ” indeed.

The People’s Hit King. This weird guy rocks like hell and rocks weirdly.

Staging a mental breakdown and/or kidnapping to get more views is pretty much Peak YouTube.

Compared to the audience that is calling them fat? Absolutely.

As a Mets fan who hates Jeter with a passion, I have to admit... as a singles-doubles hitter, he was one of the greats of his generation. From the age he played in, if I had to pick a lead-off/two-hole hitter, he’d probably be my third choice after Ichiro and Rickey Henderson. However, he was also the worst everyday…

There is no sport with a higher fun-to-play/boring-to-watch-on-television ratio than soccer, absolutely.

Jeter was the king of barely making plays, making them look spectacular, that a competent shortstop would’ve made routinely. Because he had all the range of a sloth with one foot in a tiny adorable bucket of molasses.

If Cliff Floyd had been pulled from the Mets 2006 NLCS roster and replaced with Lastings Milledge, Milledge would’ve at least had a productive at-bat in Game Seven, leading to the Mets getting to the World Series. Fuck “experienced veterans”. Fuck Cliff Floyd with a jackhammer.

Yeah, from this headline I’d still say the first step is “Take a shower, take a long thorough shower, really get in there. A simple surface clean will not do.”

To be fair, I drink coffee in such ridiculous volumes that keeping gallons of milk around is actually viable.

It’s like Fozzie Bear is telling this story, wacha-wacha-wacha.

This is one of those Alien Versus Predator “whoever wins we lose” things, if you feel my vibrations, feel it, feel it.

Trump can’t even get a guy who used to talk to an imaginary man in the sky in public to speak for him.

It’s the Brexit Gambit. Stall until enough people forget.