Typical privileged Republican viewpoint: “I got mine; yours is up to you.”

“This is my surprised face...”

In fairness, it was nearly Overkill.

“I can also sing and dance!”

“a journey dark,
and yet you never
swing the lantern,
chase the strange
phantasmic magic
of the leaping shadow.

Still a better outcome than most Browns drives.

You okay, Kara?

Then shove it back in. And repeat. Am I right or am i right?

Here’s a blanket statement. I know it, and I don’t care.

Probably just reminds her of a sweaty Stallone working big slabs of meat.

This whole exchange has been Kinja at its best.

A hot (steaming, coiled) take.

Thank you for helping keep an art form alive.

You’re just reading the wrong poets, friendo.

Very funny, Deadspin. Everyone knows there’s no O-line coaching in Cleveland.

Just more promo hype for Sci-Fi’s new blockbuster “Flipper vs. Flapper.”

Originally? From Prince.

I’m partial to “circus peanut with cotton-candy combover.”

Fortunately, you’ve constructed a fantasy in which made-up people can be guilty of it, anyway.

If ever there was a call for a trap door in front of the bench, this is it.