That is one of the most satisfying bat-hitting-ball crack sounds I’ve ever heard.

#5 deserves to be higher ranked. #3 was against the Knicks fer cryin’ out loud, that’s like dunking on a toddler.

Sticky icky and Wacky tabacky are criminally underrated here.

Students at Northwestern’s Medill School of Journalism. Used in a perjorative sense by professors and outsiders. The word is formed by combining the school’s name with a common pleasure instrument known as a dildo.

Viva Starkvegas!

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Too bad, too, since they had a whole day just for him!

+1 for somehow being the ONLY Pillar/Wall joke. Dammit that’s what I came down here for!

Any team can win for any reason (or for no reason at all!)

The same place it did years ago: Nowhere, because the F train never runs, is delayed when it does run, and breaks down when it’s not delayed.

And all of that goes flying out the window, therapist or priest or otherwise, when the person admits to ongoing acts of childhood molestation.

All Men Must Drink

Came here to say just this. The legs were a shock until I got it, and it's amazing. The alternating colors on the couches/pillows/chairs is perfect.

Maybe now Boston fans will finally stop playing the underdog?

several replays appeared to show Betts was out at both bases

This is why you always run. At the sub-pro level, I feel like guys never want to run when it's foul 'cause it will make them look stupid and like they thought it was good when, Duh, it's foul, get back here dummy.

Dzhokhar Tsarnaev Is Bad, And What He Did Was Bad

Four B things in a row, plus a bonus for belly. Can't go wrong with forced approximate alliteration.

There used to be this DVD store in the Times Square subway station. Maybe it's still there. Probably not. Why was there ever a DVD store in the Times Square subway station? Some things just make no sense.

Motor oil. Braised pork belly. A bog. Bangladesh.