I’m confused by what Lucas means by retro.

Trump learns that “Star Wars” is back.

Dogeralls.

When I was a senior in high school, an alumna of our school came to encourage us to buy expensive, ugly class rings. She decided the best way to get us on board was to tell an apparently true story about a woman losing her beloved class ring on the beach. A man found the ring a decade later and spent months tracking…

An actually cool, melancholy Christmas album that doesn’t resort to telling you how cool and melancholy it is:

If the dude ran with the horse on his back, I’d give a shit. Whipping an abused genetic freak that’s one bad run away from the glue factory to convince it to run doesn’t exactly feel “sporting.”

Horse racing is not a real sport.