Fuck yeah. It’s Wilco time

At least you got to go home and listen to Santa Monica, after the draft you just go home with...regret?

This is much nicer than the last gathering in Charlottesville.

I also recommend the C-3PO prostate massager. He’s fluent in over 6,000,000 forms of communication, and pleasure is definitely one of them.

He doesn’t owe us an explanation.

The true path to Royalty is to cut the world into the shape you desire. Kill the gods and topple their thrones. REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE, BABY

Hatfright

That baby is an unholy mixture of Brady, Belichik and Kraft’s DNA implanted in a surrogate in an attempt to breed the Football Kwisatz Haderach.

Working on it

Now all we need is the article on all the things people shoved up their asses this year and 2017 will be complete!

You mean the harpy of Astapor, Yunkai and Mereen, right?

And, uhm, what’s ‘terrifying’ about that VERY generic trailer?

Yup - look, I know there’s a lot of people around here who would piss on Abrams if he discovered the cure for cancer, AIDS and the common cold. He can’t do a damn thing right by them, and I guess that’s OK. If his work isn’t your glass of blue milk, it just isn’t.

Pant O’Mime was going to attend White Sox camp to appear at White Sox camp today, but Kenny Williams barred his son, Sweetchild O’Mime from the facilities. The younger O’Mime, with a tear in his eye, looked to his father and mouthed the words “Where do we go now?”

Coaches should be stored in clear, glass tubes filled with mysterious light blue liquid. They should be completely nude except for a breathing mask for breathing and a voice amplifier for shouting. The coach tube tanks could be wheeled around by teens, tots, toddlers, and other child-like creatures belonging to team…

Loser has to settle for the Morgan Stanley internship this summer.