“Guys, I picked up my lawsuit and went home. I just want some peace. Any one seen Shill? He normally handles this stuff...”

That’s part of the guarantee. That guaranteed money is why athletes sign contacts. It’s money teams vow to pay even if shit goes sideways.

Your seat in the lab must have been closer that all the rest of ours.

John Cazale.

This isn’t about you or what characters meant to you. It’s about what kids of color are taught to feel allowed to participate in, how they’re taught to interact with art and with the dominant culture at large in the world.

Couldn’t it then be argued, then, that Hunt deserves Brock’s amount for that fight and more, since winning would have raised his profile, both in the rankings and in terms of his potential future appearance fees?

Tell it to the guy suing. I’m just some asshole neglecting my work.

It’s a prize fight. The winner got the bigger prize. He was dirty. Hunt believes the competetive advantage Lesnar had should disqualify him from that prize.

Dude, his BAC was .12 FOUR HOURS AFTER the incident. I don’t think he cared about Worldstar when he was raging.

They have honey- and cinnamon- and honey cinnamon-infused whiskey now, but your comment just made me realize the next big thing in bum-ass craft cocktails: Cheeseburger Whiskey.

False. He died by suicide, and 2016 shot him in the head.
...because years kill people, not brain trauma or depression or cancer or strokes. Years kill people.

The good ones.

Sensacional y Espectacular indeed, hermano.

I have all of Joanna Strange’s solo stuff on 180 gram vinyl. It only plays on European-formatted turntables. I’d recommend it to you, but you just wouldn’t get it.

This guy really needs to get his guidance counselor an Edible Arrangement. He found a job he felt real passion for, and he has a real blast doing it.

It’s been a long week. Thanks for taking the good vibes.

I get it. Liberal softness and word police and safe spaces and cucks and whatnot...

He... Pulled... Out of the Skwad, part 7 or 8, and he yelled to the Joker, “Yo, homes, ‘Smell ya later!’”

Unless the pilot, a co-owner of the company, knew he was breaking the law flying so low on fuel and had skirted the line of danger so many times as to not reasonably fear the consequences.