Soylent’s the only reason I get out of bed on Monday mornings

Also next up in Pitchfork album reviews: Tit Crystals

#NeverForget

Coming up next: disturbing reports regarding the dog’s “dark past”.

I only read the article for the Soylent Green review anyway.

In which aisle can I find the crumpets?

Another Toronto home-away-from-home game

with a statement that it did not “reflect the views or values of FOX News.”

“Only in a rerun”

Those are definitely pubes on his face.

I already know the story of Samson, thankyouverrymuch.

Do they have quiet cake containers?

Somebody should try beating the game on a strict vegan diet.

I’d be too embarrassed to show my progress on the map because it would show all the times I turned tail and fled to avoid Lynels.

I never saw the movie but I read the Mad Magazine parody so....close enough for government work?

I for one can’t wait to read all the inanimate objects and abstract ideas that Williams will be fucked with in “Why Your Team Sucks: New Orleans Saints” this coming August.

The ping-pong ball scene in Priscilla Queen of the Desert

To this day, I can’t figure out why Brian Urlacher didn’t insist people spell his last name with umlauts over the U. Would’ve been the best selling jersey ever.

This picture was my favorite thing of 2017:

As it turns out, a number of ostensibly credible people on the left were taken in by PixelatedBoat’s tweet,