Brought about, no doubt, by all of this talk about dry vaginas.

He isn’t two faced! He is just tryin to keep the Empire out of Cloud City forever!

At the least; does she understand the gravity of my reaction of utter horror, screaming “BABY! I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEET TO KICK YOU IT’S DARK AND YOU’RE A BLACK DOG AND I CAN’T SEE YOU ASLEEP ON THE FLOOR!” followed by ear scratches and bellyrubs?

Overdrawn at the Memory Bank. Classic.

I still miss Raul Julia. Such a talent, gone way too young.

I haven’t seen an NHL player’s parents this excited about him making it big since Jack Johnson made his debut.

Yeah, my mom’s starting to get mad at me for talking back to my aunts on their happy Facebook posts. But this is ridiculous. I’m not going to just let them sit there with their dangerous, bigoted opinions completely unchallenged.

This comment is Sublime.

I liked that song about his mom smoking pot, hitting the bottle and the crack rock. “All Star,” I think it’s called.

Kessel tells his two truths and a lie, grumbles about his hair—“I look like I’m balding”—and flips a puck on his stick for the camera.

Living in Cleveland/philly punishment enough, blah blah, skyline chili

Gotta admit, I was kinda hoping this username wouldn’t be relevant again for a long time.

SO THE CAPTAIN OF TEAM CANADA GETS MYSTERIOUSLY KNOCKED OUT THE DAY AFTER OBAMA MOCKS OUR NATION DURING HIS VISIT TO THE WHITE HOUSE

... ... ...would you really want a computer that could explode at any second?

Patrick Roy.

Jokes on you Josh Pauls! Coach Tortorella would have benched you for not standing for the National Anthem.

I’m not sure they have enough money for a Adobe Photoshop license.

I’m convinced Chelios is a T-1000 that developed a hockey playing subroutine.

The story wasn’t the worst thing ever, or anything, but “fine” is kind of the absolute best I could rate it. It certainly wasn’t GOOD.