toddler death matches

OMG!  XD

Allison won this one, I have to say. The reuben alone might have carried the list for me. As she says, I’ve had some great ones and some good ones, but never a bad one.

I want Jetsons car sounds!

Maybe Tyrion convinces everyone to form the Democratic Republic of Westeros?

Hah—oh, David.

Best shrim I ever had was in Key West fresh off some boats (I heard it was some local yearly thing they did? I really have no idea I just stumbled on it when I was there for a week 15 years ago. It was in January though, I do remember that).

Peanut M&Ms were good in the ‘90s, but we’ve come a long way since then.

PB Twix are great, but I still like the original better.  PB Snickers, though--I like that better than the original!

Damn Kevin’s draft is strong AF. Can’t disagree with any choices there. Personally I would have taken a Watchamacallit over a 100 Grand, and you’re maybe just missing some peanut buttery goodness in there (peanut butter Snickers!).

Can’t for the life of me understand how chocolate and orange is a thing.

Man, we had one of these when I was in junior high and high school. A champagne colored Fifth Avenue with leather interior. It was actually a really comfortable ride in the back.  I think the drivetrain took a crap on it (engine or transmission I don’t remember and I didn’t care back then).

I’ve owned 3 fieros so I feel you, my man.

Sigh.  If only.  

Indeed. I’ve seen setups in the past that do this—one flies the other runs the camera. Not saying that’s what’s been done here (I only watched the gif at work) for sure, but it actually looks like it could just have been done by one person flying. If it’s an altitude stabilized drone it’s fairly easy to just steer and…

This comment section is just a great example of why “gamer” culture sucks a big fat dick.

I’ve detailed cars. For money. It’s satisfying.

Man, I love this car. It’s a badass frankenstein’s monster that you won’t be afraid to actually drive!

Nah, it’s just that Deadspin Kinja is (unsurprisingly) full of man-babies. They’ll drink whiskey neat and reminisce about the time they shit themselves on a road trip, but the mere mention of mayo or raw onions sends them into a fit.

You know, I hadn’t thought to actually visualize it until you said that.