If people in the grays are going to continually shit on every single sentient organism within a 10,000 mile radius of the state of California, and lump every single one of them into same group as the fucking actual rapists, then I don’t even know what the fuck anyone is supposed to do.

It’s two hours of the same joke about getting wood for sheep.

Still, my least favorite bridge was the Goethals. I felt like I was going to get sideswiped every time I drove over it.

Dennis Duffy is the best. That episode is the best.

So basically all the patrons end up looking like Knowles after a few years

Why do you have to rub in Proto Man’s face all the nice things he can never have??

Luke warm take: Knicks will be better simply by moving on from Anthony, possibly as soon as this season. Thunder did not really give up anything they could use in the playoffs to gamble on Westbrook and George being enough for Anthony to decide he will be Olympic Team Melo (at least down the stretch and in playoffs).…

Pitching a fit and throwing stuff across the house is peak Dadspin. I approve. (And do the same.)

All those Higginses are going to be pissed!

Is it overreach when the government tells me I can’t enrich uranium on my own property?

Always fucking highlight truthers.

With you. I don’t hate it, I want to like it, but it does nothing for me. I just can’t care.

I’m utterly indifferent toward QotSA. I understand your point though...I despise Muse as if they murdered my mom. People who love Muse must be trolling me.

I’m with you. Outside of a single or two of theirs (I like that one with the da-—da-da-da / da——da-da-da riff), QOTSA don’t do anything for me. And they probably should. It’s weird.

It’s fine. QOTSA are indie Nickelback. Aggressively bland.

Queens of the Stone Age is a perfectly respectable Saturday evening opening act at your local Rock and Roll juke bar.

I mostly have your back. Rated R and Songs for the Deaf I like. But part of me thinks having Dave Grohl behind the kit for the latter rubbed off some of his “mid-tempo dad rock” cooties on them.

Certainly not a GPS story or as good as yours, but my now departed father in law told me he showed up in LA once in the 50s looking for a buddy named Joe Smith, with no address. He just got a phone book and started calling.

I came here for photos of people without pants.