Wait, you can fart in your hands and cast said fart at people?

There’s some fellows in Nigeria wearing 1994 Buffalo Bills: Champions of Superbowl XXV, XXVI, XXVII and XXVIII t-shirts that would love those hats as an accessory...

They’re just Novigrad to be there...

taek-machine.... (hotness is subjective)

It was quite a span-akopita

Someone should set up an Ass-Kickstarter™...

You know, they discussed this very thing at the Haile Selassie Pavilion..

Yeah, how the hell is that possible that someone born before Michael Jackson’s Bad album was pressed is now friggin 28??

Ribbed for his pleasure™

Since you’re in the industry (and I don’t know if this varies from state-to-state, but your opinion is valued nonetheless) this whole “contempt of court” bit that they throw out — I’ve heard that phrase uttered for truly low-level shit like threatening people to put away their cellphones in municipal traffic court —…

Compare and contrast...

I have always been curious to know how mail originating from The US (well, or any country, really) is handled in other countries who have a different writing system than the sender... Is it presumed that all Japanese postal workers can sound out phonetically spelled words written with our alphabet?

Everyone was expecting some shit to go down at the 2014 World Cup, what with all the remote stadiums spread all over the country, but it went off without a hitch... then again, ISIS was in diapers at the time..

Last I checked, there aren’t any 110-story buildings in Thailand constructed in the same manner and of the same exact materials that the WTC was constructed of... So, he’s going to crash a plane (complete with passports strewn about! Ooh!) into some random abandoned ramshackle high-rise building slated for demolition…

Yeah, little are the fans aware that they’re actually proxy-venting about the Great Caribbean Sugar Cane Poaching War of 1894...

Ah, John Quiñones, the poor man’s Chris Hansen. When the show first started airing, you can sense his desperation to become known by announcing that he is John Quiñones, almost in hopes that he’d become recognized and talked about much like Chris Hansen. Sorry, John... have a seat over there...

So his penis is allowed to be in full-view of all his teammates in the locker room, but if he discreetly shows it without anyone noticing, they’re all suddenly victims to indecent exposure?

Here y’go...

When the camera first panned to Jim Nantz, I had to explain to my wife about how “that guy on the right orders his toast charred black” and for the remaining two minutes of the interview I had to explain the laminated photo of burnt toast he carries...

Echoes... with the sounds... of strawmen....