In a way, it's about all of us. In another, more correct way, it's about a fake news anchor named Ron Burgundy.

They can be a little sprawling, as a lot of them were like semi-standalone short stories and mini-adventures that eventually start rolling together into one big story. A lot of the wendigo stuff (including that page) is from The Universal Machine and Killing Ground - the 6th and 8th trade paperback volumes of BPRD,…

(Though it’s a little weird that Nick Fury refers to the “Avenger” initiative, singular, in his ominous little ending speech, right?)

I don’t want to bum you out or spoil anything, but there’s minimal wendigo content, so don’t hope for much there.

Yeah, duh.

It seems like your whole argument is based on the idea that every single person who would have bought the game on Steam is going to buy it from Epic’s launcher, which is not the case. While I’m sure that some of the people who are loudly saying they refuse to buy anything through Epic are just posturing and will end…

It’s crazy how many embarrassing Grunfeld things you can list without even mentioning how he bungled a 3-team trade by not communicating which guy named Brooks the other team was talking about.

“...as he entered the final game of the match, [Fauxhebro] changed his in-game name to ‘PLAY’ as a way to signal his criticism of Chango’s keep-away game...”

I used to work with a couple of Auburn fans, and it’s nice to think of how happy those poor, miserable bastards must be for once.

Well, they didn’t put anything in the bylaws specifically saying student groups can’t haze and torture people and cause a bunch of negligent deaths, so as we all know from watching Air Bud, their hands are tied and it’s completely allowed.

A 6-year suspension should do the trick, given how close that 5-year suspension (in the middle of a probation for the same thing) came to cleaning up this fine organization.

The die on the left is part of LaVar Ball’s new, soon to be announced business venture: Ballers & Busters, a tabletop game centered around an inexplicably pentagon-shaped 7-sided die.

Wipe your poop on their stuff so they know how it feels?

Holy shit, dude, this is fascinating and I appreciate you sharing. And this is coming from someone whose personal version of hell is being trapped in a break room with a coworker who wants to tell me about their dreams.

I think the issue might be that the album is so strongly associated with who you were at such a specific point in your life that hearing it makes you think about yourself at that age, and you’re kind of embarrassed. I don’t say this to judge you, I feel this way constantly about stuff I used to like from around the…

It’s an iconic photo of an extremely famous Australian rules footballer named Ted Whitten. His nickname was Mr. Football, and there’s a statue of him in that pose outside of a stadium in Melbourne that’s named after him, so I think it looks familiar to anybody who cares about Aussie rules.

I don’t know why this post is so negative. I watch that clip, and I see a team playing in perfectly synchronized harmony towards a vision they all share with their coach: failing spectacularly.

We should really all stop and think about what we’re putting these poor racist kids through with our hurtful observation of their racism.