I thought this obituary was going to be for someone named Ruth.

Counterpoint- he’s a walking anal fissure and moral cesspool that deserves all the scorn he gets.

But why throw a pass
when you could hand off the ball
to fucking Marshawn.

What is that bullshit? Dinosaurs and human silhouettes didn’t even exist at the same time, dude. 

Behold, a flock of dinosaur-sized turkeys!

What else do you consider “really hard?”

Infinite Earths eh

buncha herbs, though

Dear Johannes,

This reminds me of the book Positively Fifth Street, written by a guy who was doing a magazine piece on the Binion murders but happened to be in Vegas covering the trial during WSOP and wound up finishing fifth in the tournament that year.

It’s a little more like criticizing an NFL head coach halfway through the first quarter of the season opener after he’d repeatedly tried to run out a 10-man defense, directed the quarterback to move the ball toward his own end zone while talking about the power of positive belief, and ordered the punter and kicker to…

Two things:

“Europe League”?

Canyonlands is absolutely fucking amazing if you get off the beaten path.

My favorite joke I’ve ever made was an Edmund Fitzgerald joke that no one got.

Guess like 99.99% of the population, you’ve never been to Isle Royale. That’s ok, it makes it better for those of us who love it

- New York Times, November 10, 1975