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He had to prove he was worthy.

Her leg flips out, but it’s clearly after he’s pushed her over. His arms stick out, she falls over, her leg swings back in a (failed) attempt to counterbalance.

I’m fairly certain Marvel actually created a real-life Captain America in a lab experiment and then had him raised by a humble MA dentist as “Chris Evans.”

I think the point they’re trying to make is that the woman wasn’t breaking any sidewalk etiquette rules, thus making it even MORE egregious (if that’s possible).

Real Talk, I’ve started going into dude hugs with my chest angled so that only the flattest part makes contact. It’s like when a guy stands a little too close and suddenly starts glancing downwards.

Maybe they just had a pack of lightbulbs and switched them out.

He went for the small of the back and the hug there.

See that’s interesting because, as a woman, I find myself trying to be extra friendly with friends’ significant others (regardless of gender). Like as a way of saying, “I understand that you’re dating my friend, and want you to feel included in this group/know that you have nothing to worry about.”

One of my friends goes by her middle name (because she absolutely hated her first name), and when we were growing up her family somehow convinced the school district to use “X. MiddleName Lastname” on her school documents. It was an impressive feat of bureaucracy.

I hate that firing the racist fuckwad is the one thing Congress would likely go after him for. Everything else is fine, that’s what would grind their goat. Jesus fucking christ.

It was whatever it is now, unless they’ve changed the limit in the past 5 years or so. I usually went 75-80 mph and clocked maybe one 1/2 stop for food around Sideling Hill. Take that out and I could see you doing 5 hours.

My college trips clocked a pretty regular 5.5-6 hours to Pittsburgh, though we were passing through on the way to Ohio.

I have honestly been dying to teach someone stick, because I don’t get to be smug about it nearly as often as I’d like.

Ah, but these robots are small and easily crushed!

I’d wear it, but I was very fond of a remote-controlled toy tarantula named Clyde as a youngster.

I turn 26 next year and 100% plan on milking that sweet sweet vision plan as much as possible until then.

The plurality response seems to be “Yes, if I can get something that substantially helps me/the nation out of it.” I kind of wonder how that would change if he’d held onto his job longer; right now he’s just a coked up fever dream passing in the night.

Ding ding ding ding ding!

Cecily Strong is my pick. She doesn’t get to show off her impressions as much as some of the others, but when she does they’re fucking killer.