Penn produced Donald Trump in the same way Dr. Dre produced All Eyez On Me.

Gotcha. My bad.

Wait a goddamn minute... Darden was a friend of Nicole?

Westeros could use a Prop Joe right about now.

He’s the perfect amalgamation of Nick Saban’s joylessness, Brian Kelly’s douchiness, Bobby Petrino’s moral turpitude, and Bret Bielema’s mediocrity.

Fate has been running up the score this week:

That’s the chick with the really big forehead, isn’t it?

If anything, this initiative will cost them a few wins.

“A fight for love” sounds like a euphemism for when regular porn doesn’t quite get you there anymore and you have to dig deep to find some really kinky shit.

Lads, it’s Tottenham.

In the NFL’s version of the Monty Hall problem, all the doors have CTE behind them.

+1 kickass bass line

Damon, I’m right there with you on Funny Games.

I’m from Philly. Never been there, though I’m sure I’ve been through it on car rides. I have/had family who lives there.

My heart sank SO LOW when the lights started flashing. I needed the catharsis that came with the better ending. Otherwise, I might have left the theater in tears.

Ask of You is one of my favorite songs, ever.

Willingboro?

Why didn’t the air marshal put two in her skull?

There were so many heavy, nuanced issues that could have been delved into but somehow they turned it into another movie about white men.

So less Moonlight and more Spotlight.